Lapping Thoughts

[Outlaw]

[glow=black,5,300]Mythril[/glow]
"All changes,
even the most longed for,
have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us
is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life
before we can enter another."

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The waves crashed half-heartily against the and and stone, brushing at four snow white ankles. The dance of the wind tugged with a playful abandon through an equally snow blessed pelt. The course strands of long guard hairs frosted with a nightly kiss. Blacken pits flared, drawing deep the scents entangled within the breezes elusive grasp. Tingling along sensitive membranes was a plethora of information, each given a name, a classification, and filled away to be used or not at her convenience.

Alabaster features bore a dusting of ebony forming the lines of her mask, a large flat arrowhead of white spearing upward towards that crown. A slice of ebony settled itself between two optics of a clear crystal white gaze, the circular pupil of black held entrapped within its frozen expanse. It was that cool icy gaze that lay drifting lazily over the waters seemingly calm surface, lost in half recalled memories of a scene similar yet vastly different from the one before her now. The cold had been different then, a type that tried to sink into even the thickest of pelts to linger in the flesh. Or even the type she recalled later, the nipping cold that plagued the ears and nose relentlessly. Here it was different, she had yet to figure out how to describe the weather in the lands she had wandered into.

The long weeks of of travel, hunting on the go had left the beast a bit on the slender side, but since returning to more populated area's she had added garbage scavenging to that. Not the most pleasant of food sources, but one that was easily accessed in an unknown territory. To date she'd yet to cross a canine who did not appear to belong to some two-legger. Not that it mattered much, it would happen eventually. There wasn't a place in the world that did not have a stray or two running loose, and patience was near infinite within that muscled framework. Black tipped radars twisted, flickering back then forward in an occasional tango, seeking the sounds the the world beyond lost thoughts. A part of her ever conscience of the here and now no matter how far gone she may seem to be.

[Zephyя !?]

what, do you own the world!?
( HOW DO YOU OWN )
DISORDER !?
- L U C I F E R -

This emotion, so dark. It was consuming all of me, changing me, forming me, into something so vicious I didn't know how I could push it away. I felt like I was drowning, it made me so angry. So angry, that no one was there to pull me up, help me, tell me it was okay. There was no one here, and no one could hear my snarling, clawing at the walls of this chasm she had made for me. Yes, soon I would die. I would succumb to this mental state that the bitch had caused, I would surely lose everything stable about my world, and I would drive myself to the edge of the cliff and leap over. Just like that poor bloke, Serendipity. He believed the love she told him, and ate it up as fast as he could. He drove himself to absolute insanity as she turned from him, ran from him. Then he flung himself over the edge after her, after the very damned beast that had driven him mad, had screwed up his very existence and left him screaming her name every moment.

I would turn out just like him. I was giving myself to these beasts, I was refusing the heed the warnings presented to me. Females, the very creation of the devil himself. How could I be so stupid? To love her with everything, and now I was setting myself up to fail miserably. Now, all I wanted to do was tear up everything in my path. I wanted to leave a massacre behind me, in hopes that she would stumble across it and see what I made for her. That I painted the world with my expression of this love just for her. Yes, slaughter all. That's how I would have to do it. Maybe then she would see that I loved her with everything I had. That I wanted to kill anyone that so much as looked at her. That I would kill anyone. Whoever so much as touched her, or smiled at her, or even spoke to her. I couldn't even fathom how much I would hurt them, how much pain I would cause them.

Yes, a bloody rage I was in. So much hatred now boiling up in me, I wanted to tear myself apart. I couldn't take this, I needed a release. I yearned for the ring, for the dark rooms and tight kennels. I ached for the sound of the metal door opening, the cold concrete beneath my torn pads, the whines in protest, the warm metallic taste of blood. It was what I was trained to do, to kill those set out in front of me. I wasn't made to love her. I wasn't made to give her what she wanted, and I sure wasn't going to bow to the female and treat them like the God damned princesses they thought they were. At this moment I came to the realization of how much power testosterone holds, and when you don't find that release how it boils up and boils up until you go deranged.

Before me was the very cliff that Serendipity jumped from. A huge, glossy moon hanging in the sky above me, haunting me, driving me towards the edge towards the closest thing to me brother. As little time as I had spent with the bloke, he was a close friend, our troubles alike. Full of hateful bitches, and lost love, and anger.

I came to the edge, and as I looked over the sharp, dagger rocks I half expected to see their two bodies. I had never seen his female heart-breaker. But I did remember him. I shook my head, snarling in anger. She brought this upon him. Damned females, the lot of them.

I turned away from the edge, my vision clouding with the rage that was coming back up. I couldn't move fast enough, I couldn't find something to break. I could feel myself slipping deeper into the chasm, and I started running again, following along the cliffs.

Ahead of me, I saw that release. Even in blood vision, as I now called it, I could see her clearly. She stuck out perfectly against the dark sky, and she was near fifty feet away. I slowed my gait, watching her. Her. A female, one of the monsters that brought death to all males that acknowledged their beautiful ways, their musical voices. She was one of them, and I felt drawn to her. As all males did, drawn like a moth to a flame. The death of me. I narrowed my eyes and stopped completely, near twenty feet away now.

She was radiant, bright colors, lengthy fur. Husky? That had to be it... Glorious, like one of those Goddesses you would expect to step down from the clouds. Her coat frosted with whites, blanketed in shades a bit darker, but did nothing to taint the angelic form she presented. Deep in thought? Perhaps. She showed... almost no acknowledgment for the world around her. A beast, a devil in disguise. Trusting her is trusting a snake.

[Outlaw]

[glow=black,5,300]Mythril[/glow]
"All changes,
even the most longed for,
have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us
is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life
before we can enter another."

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A scent brought on the shifting winds spoke of another's presence. One much darker then her own, bringing to mind the feral wolves that roamed in the 'wild'. The scent of rage, and hints of that crimson liquid that tantalizes the senses as it rushes over your tongue, lingered over his pelt. It did not matter that the blood was old long since washed away from his short pelt, it was a scent that clung to a killer, it was the scent that caused primal thoughts. There wasn't a shift in her position, no acknowledgment that she was fully aware of the pit bull some twenty feet away.

Danger was simply tumbling off his well muscled and battle tested form, would he attack her? She didn't know, if he did would he kill her? Yes that possibility was very real. Granted she'd probably put up a good fight, but in the end she didn't doubt that he could take her. Unfortunately it was not in her heart to back down from danger, to show cowardice. It wasn't in her genetic make up. Of course there were those that she bowed to, she wasn't after all an alpha, but they had earned that respect from her.

In the end it was her curiosity that made the cool whispery tones of that voice rise, reaching out towards him. "Good evening, wolf." Why had she called him that? Perhaps it was the scent's rolling from his enraged form, perhaps it was the respect she bore for their wild cousins. Their ability to survive in conditions that rivaled that over the city streets. Either way it was a term she delivered with respect. Perhaps he was the type who considered this an insult, only time would reveal that. Still that voice continued onward. "What brings you to these mournful cliffs on such a night?"

She had doubts that an answer would be given, fully expecting instead to feel the weight of his body slamming against her own. Any moment now the air would fill with his enraged snarl. Why her? Probably because she appeared to be an easy mark, an easy target to vent whatever furies were locked away within his chest. A shift in weight would allow that cranium to pivot atop its muscled pillar of onyx dusted alabaster. The icy near white of that gaze settled on the brute some feet off, his form quivering with pent up emotion. The look in his eye told her she didn't stand much of a chance. If tonight truly was her last, she'd leave a scar or two for him to remember her by.

Her demeanor held no threat, it did not even appear that she was prepared for an attack, though every muscle was tensed to spring out from his grasp. A trick she had learned wandering the wilds of the mountains before eventually finding her way here. Black tipped soldiers coming to attention as her focus shifted from the lapping waves before the fae to the deadly beast behind.

[Zephyя !?]

( IT'S THE WHITE )
IN HIS KNUCKLES
- L U C I F E R -

'Good evening, wolf.'

- -

Her voice carried to him across the roar of the below tide, so soft and careful, as if she took no head of the fury that radiated from his frame. If it were a month before, it would have hit him and caused him to trip on himself, to even court her, possibly. He would have found it a wonderful comment, to call him a wolf. The equivalent to their powerful ancestors. He would have held his head high in pride to be seen like this.

She asked him what brought him to these 'mournful cliffs', if say the time was different he would have come up with something carefully mulled over, a flattering response. She turned to him, graceful in all her movements, watching him.

- -

I narrowed my eyes, calculating the distances that separated us, how it would be to clear that length and latch onto her. A master plan, I was writing, yes, a master plan. I could draw ever closer and take out her life with a simple motion, but this I would not do. It would be to easy, like snuffing a candle. I wanted a challenge, but would I find one in this dainty fae? Yes, a husky she was, built for running long distances and pulling weight far greater then their own. If I slipped up, she would be gone before I could blink. I needed her closer, I needed her to trust me for the last moments of her life. I could do this without difficulty, I was sure. I could pull her into this trap, show her what every fae wanted to see in a bloke. I would butter this up as well as I could, flash a smile and then... then I could snap the life out of her and shut up just one more damned female in the world.

'Wolf, eh?' I chuckled darkly, shifting weight from one paw to the other before taking a tense step forward, noting the way she looked at me. 'What brings me here... hmm...' I grinned, trying to think about the plan but found it difficult. I could already see it, claret splattering her fine ivory coat. I could already feel her flesh tearing in my jaws, and it took every ounce of my being to keep myself tensed, poised, don't lunge, don't lunge, don't lunge...

'Not sure, just... lookin'...' I bowed my head to her, narrowing my eyes and shifting my weight again. 'What about you, lil' sheila?' I grinned past the thick accent, and stepped forward again, leaning towards her and crouching down as not to go out in a run towards her.

[Outlaw]

[glow=black,5,300]Mythril[/glow]

Poetry may make us from time to time
a little more aware of the deeper,
unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being,
to which we rarely penetrate;
for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

Frozen optics studied the pit bull in his careful tense advance, it wasn't difficult to admire the twisting and tugging found in well toned quivering muscles. As she studied him she found the term 'wolf' fit him in more then just scent, it also lay in cold gold irises. Calculation could be found in the bright whiskey depths of his gaze, overlaid by the prideful pleasure, however brief, at the title she had rightfully given him. Even in his words, the tones carried the primal 'big bad wolf' flavor.

There had been a time, not so long ago, that she would have allowed his approach while she held her customary statue stillness. But that was then and this was now, and she did not trust so easily. A side-step, as if to make room for him upon the stone ledge for which she was perched. Except the action had in fact returned the distance between the pair without actually seeming to give ground.

Mythril despised retreat, it was a bitter vile taste on that back of her tongue. Even when she knew it would be for the best, as in this situation. If a mutt was blind enough not to detect the blood rage swelling within the brutes heart then they deserved to die at his jaws. She certainly wasn't blind, but neither would she simply bolt. For one, he most likely knew this terrain better then she did, and what good would all the strength and stamina of her breed do if she found herself cornered because of a foolish slip up on her part? And two, she might be good for the long run but on short sprints he looked like he could give her a run for the money.

His darkly enticing voice, its heavy accent even more enticing rose with a question for her. Mythril could almost pity the femme he set his sights on for love rather then the kill. They wouldn't stand a chance if he shifted that voice to seduction, to bad she didn't believe in mythical feelings like love, not anymore. It was a word she would cringe away from, almost as quickly as she flinched from 'trust'. Life had taught her it's lessons, and she was a very apt student. She had known the feeling once, with a midnight cousin high in the mountains who had shared her feelings. Or so she had thought, in the end he had shunned her, sent his pack to drive her from the mountains that had been her home for the last few seasons.

As the pit's frame shifted closer, even to the extent of leaning towards her, Myth would play her avoidance trick. Muscles shifting to tense and slide against one another to counter his actions and regain the lost distance. Her own movements keeping her well out of leaping range, she knew she was the prey to his wolf. Mind worked swiftly behind those icy silent optics peering out from a shadowy mask seeking to form a plan besides the cat and mouse game, even as her own vocals rose, its tones carried little to no emotion. "Forgotten memories and recalled pain..."

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] Time passed in seconds that felt like years dragging on. Every step exchanged for the slightest movements, switching back and forth as if in a silent, invisible tango. The air was thick with tension, who would bolt first, who would strike, who would break our statue state? What enraged me was she seemed undeterred, as if my obvious warnings were unclear to her. As if she were stupid. No, she acted like I was no threat. She felt she could take me. Easily, in fact. Her uncomfortable shifting was just a game, a trick to make me think that I had the upper hand here. If I looked closely, she held no concern. I had two possible options, and two outcomes. One. I could realize that maybe this sheila had a chance. She was my height, and despite being a roving canine she was muscular and for the most part well fed. Even with my stock and jaw power, she would be a some what even match, with speed and agility on her side. Then again, it would come to the experience in battle. I knew everything there was to know about taking down an opponent twice my size. I didn't know this female's story, but every canine has faced a fight at least twice. Taking also the surroundings into mind, I had fought in a closed ring, what chances did I or she have with an open field? Two. I could show her exactly how powerful I was. I could shove aside all thoughts, and not take into consideration that she had a chance, but instead assail ahead and slaughter her like I wanted. Forgotten memories and recalled pain... A daft grin crossed my maw as I took an involuntary step foreword, my mind clicking into a whole new gear where the world focused abruptly on her and her only. Succumbing to this mind set, I couldn't hear my own voice. Pain? I can fix that... if you'd like... The next moment, the world seemed to blink and I was walking boldly towards her, the expanse between us melting away quicker and quicker. [ ooc . ah, i... i can't write anymore or it'd be powerplaying x3 any ideas? ]

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] From one heartbeat to the next their little 'dance' shifted, and so did his whole demeanor. In the blink of an eye he went from stalking his prey, which would be her, to full out hunting. The swiftness of his advance left her little choice but to fall back on those powerful haunches, without warning she threw her upper body to the side and launched herself into a ground eating run. Night dusted twins lay back keeping track of the sounds of her enemy. She'd been chased before, driven from the lands she had called home by the canine whose lies she had so foolishly believe. Now here she was, with jaws snapping at her heels, well maybe not snapping but the feeling was just the same. Along the cliffs she raced, the thick drape of icy white frosted with midnight dust hid the powerful play of muscles beneath. Nasals flare with each breath, allowing the motion of her frame to inhale and expel the chilly air. A wholly calm portion of her mind noted the winters call, soon the nights would freeze and snow would fall. The differences of stone and sand beneath her course pads. The slap of the waters below whose endless mission to overtake the unmoving rock face. But most of all she could hear the heavy fall of paws behind her, the harsh breath taken and released from a beast who set his sights upon her to satisfy his thirst. Some dogs may have found it difficult to separate their thoughts in such a way, especially when having a, to all appearances, brute of solid muscle hot on their tail. Not so much for the fleet husky whose bloodline heralds back to the beginning of her breed. Without breaking in stride as she approached a split in the rocks, rather then shifting her path to head around it the fae gathered herself and leap nimbly over without a single moment of hesitation in that ground devouring stride. On the occasion that he may have gotten to close to that flying banner. Mythril would fall back on a game animal trick, zig zagging her path. Soon this 'game' to would end, either in her escape, or her dead. Of course she much preferred the former to the latter of the choices, if she in fact had a choice. While she was certain she could keep his pace for an hour or more if it was absolutely necessary. She also knew what kind of condition she'd be in afterwards, and if he managed to keep up? Where would she be? Icy pale blue nearly white eyes scanned for a possible quick solution to her dilemma.

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] As dark as my vision was, there was little to no trouble following the sheila. I had only faced chase scenes a few times, chasing after actual prey for eating, but this, oh but this was a whole new game. Now, her blood and her whines were enough motivation, not to fill my stomach but my mind and quench the unsatisfied psycho. Right on target, I had eyes only for her, a mind dead set on her, not for passion but for killing. As I broke out into a run, she twisted against the backdrop of a dark night, splattering ivorys and greys like paint on a canvas. My vision blurred, locking back onto her figure just mere feet before me. Pause. She's taken her first stride away from me, now side by side with the cliff's drop. I have just started to turn that way, notice my paws, centimeters away from the edge. Play. Pause. I have made the complete ninety degree turn to her, with the time it takes for me to do this she has made another stride. My jaws are open, black lips pulled back in anticipation. I am just starting to push back to lunge after her to close the extra distance faster then I could run it. Play. Pause. I have made the leap, from this angle I can see the sheila's whole back, her body working, but still no emotions. Play. As we worked down the shelf of the cliffs, subconsciously I can tell the cliff wall is getting shorter and shorter. When we got to where it was only... five feet above the surface of the water, I managed to run closer to the edge, so set on catching her that I didn't keep my footing in check. Mistakes and lessons. This one I've learned before. As I walk around the ring, I eye the rottweiler. A worthy opponent, I've faced one before, not nearly this big. Any mistake here, and it could surely cost me greatly. He moves towards me, and I jump to the side, then lunge foreword and latch onto his shoulder, digging, tearing up the flesh and meat. I pull back and he his snarling in rage and pain, he starts after me and I run against the wall of the ring, ensuing a circular game of cat and mouse. Somehow, my paws slip from under me and he is on top of me instantly. I felt sharp pain surge through my left leg as I slipped off the edge, the sheila disappearing from my vision. I didn't hear my cries, or the sound of the waves enveloping me. Here's where it could get tricky. Though the water is not terribly deep, it is deep enough. The waves had gotten stronger, and I was being pushed against a wall of rock. Naturally, I am an absolutely horrible swimmer. My body is the equivalent of a large boulder, so I immediately start to sink. Past the breaking waves, I could see bright stars and dark clouds moving in. I saw this coming eventually. No one ever dies of natural causes anymore. No old age for me. I was calming, the waves washing the anger from my limbs. Death could be funny sometimes. Maybe that's how Serendipity went, with his damned love. Maybe they drifted into the ocean, watching each other die with dumb, stupid grins on their face because of the salt water high. Maybe my love was somewhere back on the land, happy now. Happy. Maybe she had better memories of me. There must have been a reason she left. I'm sure there was... I just... didn't know it. I never would, either. Not now, at least. Not with death tugging me deeper into the sea. That sheila from earlier... the white... angel... she was gone now... long gone. Happy, also. Everyone was happy now. Everyone was happy.

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] So close she could almost feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck, whether it was her imagination or reality Myth did not pause to find out, the entirety of her focus on escaping certain death in a bloody bath. It was only due to twin soldiers twisted back that she'd heard a yelp, the sound swiftly swallowed by the crash of the waves. Taking a risk she'd thrown her icy blue white gaze back over her shoulder to find his form was gone. Most would have kept running at this point, not this Husky. The echos of his painful cry tugged at the fae's conscience, even while muscles froze, skidding the female to a halt those radars danced at the same instant that cranium twisted seeking her enemy. A moment or two passed before she came to the conclusion that he must have gone over. Sharp eyes caught a paw print in the sand, it's form distorted, smeared towards the cliffs edge. Waves slapped mercilessly only a few feet below. Snow white paws carried the femme closer to the place where he seemed to have vanished, caution lining every muscle in that snow and shadow draped frame. Carefully she peered over the edge to see the earthly toned brute being slapped around before being dragged under. Jaws clench while teeth ground against one another. With a low irritated snarl Myth studied the waters, one wave crashed then two before the snow dog leaped nose first into the waters. Her target? The beast who moments before was intent on ending her life. Of all the ignorant foolish things you could be doing, leaping in after a stupid male, you think he won't try to kill you when you get him to shore? This thought and others trickled through her mind as the icy water chilled her body. It never occurred to her that maybe she should just leave him to his fate, nor did the thought surface that she might not be able to reach him in time. A year of swimming the frozen lakes of the mountains for fish gave her a advantage that most others may not have had in such strong cold currents. The salt stung her eyes while bubbles trickled from blacken pits held closed in an effort not to breath in the oceans essence. Thick pillars dug with deep powerful strides bringing her ever closer to that drifting form. Was he still alive? Blue closed in around them as she fought with every ounce of strength she had to reach his side. Lungs were burning with their desperate cry for air. With little ceremony jaws closed on the scruff of his nape dragging him towards the sparkling skies overhead. It would seem like forever before their heads broke the surface a hundred yards or so from the cliff face. A wave made its presence known as it crashed over the heads of the two canines. She could not tell if he was conscience or if he'd be helpful, or be a hindrance in saving his life. So she would ignore most of the attempts he may have made, concentrating instead on her task and getting it done. With the job only half done, Mythril needed to reposition the heavy bulky form of the pit bull, if not neither of them would make it to shore before her energy was spent. Releasing his form she dove beneath him, muscles screamed with the abuse as she pushed upward again this time with his frame draped across hers, his muzzle resting between her ears in an effort to keep it above the waters deadly grasp. Again she began to swim, somewhere between his fall and her half rescue, the matter of saving him had become the whole of her focus. Sheer determination had her fighting to keep him afloat as she attempted to regain solid ground once again. With every stroke towards the rocky beach they seemed to only get farther away. Though eventually just when she didn't think she could go much farther her paw struck solid earth, only to have its elusive comfort snatched away. A lone whine set deep in her throat was cut short by a crashing wave that nearly snatched the pit from her, only quick action despite the protest of aching muscles saved him from being swept out once more. Teeth close on his nap once again, tugging sharply to pull him back above the waters. As if in answer to an unspoken prayer hind legs slammed into the rock and sand surface below the shallow oceans embrace. Using the last of her energy she managed to drag the sopping wet mutt up onto shore far enough that the waters reaching fingers could not reach his skull but they still slapped at his rump. Trembling legs collapsed beneath her landing her nearly nose to nose with the killer. Unable to move any longer the Husky lay there, sides heaving with the effort of each desperately sought breath. She didn't even have the energy to open the crystalline clarity of silent optics to find out if her efforts were futile or not.

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] In the midst of this dream state, the rocks that dug into my torso and the waves that threw me around were a constant, yet barely noticeable, presence. If this was my death, I was eager to accept it. I had given up finding the skies above, the surface, air. I just let it take me around on this endless carousal. Rock, rock, wave, wave... after an eternity the rocks dissolved and a gently female grabbed me by my scruff, whispering words of comfort through the dark kennels that were my pup hood. She lifted me with ease, and I dared to wriggle against her as most pups would. Moments later, she released me from her grasp, and I could feel myself sinking back into that rocky world, before I was rested on a soft fur bed. Rabbit fur? I was being lifted suddenly, by this fur bed. I could feel obstinate struggling beneath me, the bed coming to life. My head hit something, and I was yanked from this dream state to realize the bed was... The female from earlier... I jolted to life as my head broke the surface, and I tried to get off of her. Surely she would drown beneath my bulk? I didn't remember taking her down with me. If I had reached for her in my last moments on land, they had been unsuccessful. Yet, here she was, pushing me up to the surface. More moments passed with our struggling, I trying to grab her and get her up, while she tried to push me up to the surface. Each time I was pulled back under the waves I could feel that black dream state threatening to get me, but I forced it away. Had she jumped in to save me? If so, why? I had tried to kill her, to punish her for what my mate had done to me. What all those females had done to me. Yet, here this snake was, pushing me to the very air we desperately needed together. We shared this necessity, to breathe, to live, we shared these determinations to get ourselves and each other to the shore. Our efforts payed off. Here we laid, face to face. In the dim moonlight, she looked like the angel I had presumed her to be. But, now, in my consciousness I did not hold the blood lust, or the craze to slaughter this undeserving female. This female that had saved me, risking her own life to save me. Her eyes were closed, but even though they were I could tell she was awake. She was at least alive, safe now. Both of us. I watched her, no reason, not waiting for anything, not expecting anything. Just watching this ivory beau. Her breath was hot against my face, and I smirked a bit, returning her breath playfully before letting my eyes close. I waited a moment, listening to her, wondering if she would leave me here if I slept. But I couldn't wait for that, I couldn't let her leave me here. I had to return her favor, repay her and ask forgiveness. Slowly - carefully - I stood, testing my body before walking a few feet away and clearing my lungs and stomach of the salt water. I shook my body, licking my maw then huffing and turning back to her. I walked to her, then took her scruff in my mouth and pulled her to a small alcove in the cliff wall. It was empty, set deep into the wall, and a good many yards from the lapping waves that we wouldn't be swept back out at high tide. I sighed against her fur then set her down gently against the wall. I watched her, then turned and looked out at the now completely cloudy night sky. I slumped down beside her, now seeking heat against her body like the pup I felt like. I curled into a ball against her stomach, resting my head with her paws against my cheeks and letting her slow breathing start to lull me to sleep. Maybe this was a complete 360, and maybe she would just get up and run when she was strong enough. She would leave me, I was sure of it. And yes, this did make me sad. I didn't know what I felt of her yet, except that I owed her this, and that she was lovely, and safe, and warm. The very description of what a female should be.

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] The expel of hot breath rushing against the alabaster and ebony of her masked visage answered that question for her, he was alive. Satisfied, the quiet of the night and the lapping waters lulled the female into a semi-conscience state. Soon fatigue and the chill of the winter wind brought a trembling to her sodden frame. Twins hung at the sides of her cranium, as if the effort to remain upright was to much even for them to remain at attention. She drifted content that he lived, that reassurance came with every hot breath that washed over her. Moments stretched and still he did not move, neither did she. She was barely aware of the sudden activity in front of her as he slowly regained his paws and moved off a few paces. The coughing and hacking in an effort to remove the salt water brought those twins up. It wasn't until the hot breath and powerful jaws gripped her scruff did her eyes open, feebly she attempted to pull her legs beneath her to push away from him. But the effort was useless, her body betrayed her with its weakness while he half dragged her towards the cliff walls, a low soft grunt was expelled from her lungs. She was going to die now. A thought that was echoed when the world seemed to close in on them. It had yet to register in her fatigue fogged brain that he was gentle rather then rough in his actions, at least not until he released her to the stony walls support. It was an act of pure willpower that had her forcing her eyes open and her head up even as she collapsed against the ground, searching for the Pit. It took a moment to gain her bearings and locate him, outlined against a cloudy night sky. Within the next moment Myth found herself in a state of shock. This brute who had been so intent on killing her now dropped at her side to curl up and press in against her exposed belly, the weight of his skull against her paws. Slowly she would blink as confusion set it. But even that could not hold the weariness at bay for long. Any plans of escape would have to wait as exhaustion slowly over took her form. Cranium twisted on its short pillar so that it rested across his shoulders. If he moved it would wake her. She hoped. With that last thought she fell into the welcoming embrace of darkness where for once nightmares did not plague the quiet female.

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] As soon as I had laid down, I was asleep. I barely felt the sheila's head rest across my body, not that I minded anyway. I didn't move. I didn't want to bother her at all, just let her sleep. Maybe, when we woke up everything from before wouldn't matter and we could just... Just what? Like a curse, I had no luck with the female breed. I had attacked her. She was surely afraid of me. I had no chances with her at all, even if I attempted, she would shun me and disappear forever. I would be alone again, I would be angry. We would go our separate ways and leave it at that. I left these thoughts, whatever was to come it would come, and that would be it, - - I awoke with a jolt, yanked up from the waves of a nightmare. Blinding white covered the once tan beach outside of the alcove, and the side of my body that faced the entrance was frosted over. I felt dizzy, and freezing cold, so I pulled my legs tighter against me and pressed closer to the fluff beside me. I stared out at the white, small flecks drifting in and landing on my iced side, or on my nose, causing me to growl quietly in frustration with the cold things. I huffed, causing the ones on my nose and in front of my muzzle to move about and shoot away from me. Beside me, the sheila was still warm, and still asleep. I stood slowly, my limbs frozen and sore from last night's feat. Yes, she was still asleep. Or at least, her eyes were closed. I pressed my nose to her forehead, breathing in deeply before exhaling then arching my back in a stretch, my tail curling in underneath me. I yawned and awkwardly stepped between her in the wall, even though she was pinned against it. I pulled her from it a bit, then stepped all four paws into the crack between her and the wall, then slumped down beside her in an effort to get more warmth. Really, I was too tired to care about anything, just that I was cold, and she had much more fur then I did. I rested my head on top of hers, her ears pressing against my throat. I heaved a sigh, then yawned, my bottom jaw pressing into her muzzle. "Mornin' sheila." I grumbled sleepily, knowing she had to be at least half awake now.

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] The water in her pelt had slowly frozen over through the storm filled night. At some point when the suns hesitant tendrils teased the night with their emergence she would feel a stirring beneath her resting skull as he stood, unwilling to relinquish her grasp on sleeps dark arms Myth shifted little until she felt her form being dragged slightly away from the rock face whose surface held warmth from her slumbering form. The press of cold thinly furred flesh wedged itself between her and the stone wall even as that cranium started to lift his own came down upon hers. Twins flickered against his throat at the sound of his rumbling voice, the sandman's gift still dusting his tones. The deep accent brought back all the events of the evening before. His bloodlust, the chase, his fall, her foolish rescue. Things after that became a haze, how they had reached shore, or came to be in this deep alcove. But what was brightest in her mind was the fact that he had wanted her blood. This thought brought tension to cold muscles, her strength had returned with the cold hours of the night. But that did not mean her limbs would listen to her commands after such a trial and test as last night had been. So instead of moving she fell back on the same emotionless visage that had protected her these past few months. "Is this the part where you kill me now?" Perhaps others may have used more tact in stating what was on their mind. But Mythril had neither the time nor the patience at the moment to play a word dance with a brute whose bulk appeared to be seeking warmth from her own thicker furred form. Slowly she would ease out from beside him stretching each limb experimentally before shifting her weight around to face him. Ice and frost clung to the ivory and ash coat, where light touched it gave a faint sparkle to her appearance. Of course it was uncomfortable the way the water had frozen over, but comfort did not mean much in the matter of life and death. And right now she needed to know if his intentions were ill towards her or not. Despite the night's rest she was still much to weak to fight him off. Not that one could tell from the outward appearance of the Husky. Twins were alert their attention upon him, eyes that rivaled the wintry blue skies that peaked occasionally from the clouds to tease the onlookers below, rested on his form, as close as they stood now the brilliant shards of silver could be seen, enhancing their cold like appearance. She studied his short haired visage in the silence of the dawn, the scars covering his hide from various fights spoke of a hard life, and unforgiving one. Beneath the hard exterior her lifeless heart stirred with sympathy. Whether he felt it or not as some point they had made some type of connection. Perhaps it'd been in her resolve, or his brief moment of kindness, never the less it was there. While she did not have the time at present to examine this connection she was very much aware of it.

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] I listened to the waves outside our den as they rushed over the ice, cracking it apart then bringing it out into the ocean. I closed my eyes from the world, then muttered under my breath as I felt the female's ears twist against my neck. I huffed in warning then frowned and lifted my head when she did hers, staring back into her eyes. I yawned noisily, exaggerating it a bit before relaxing and licking my lips. 'Is this the part where you kill me now?' I couldn't help but smile a bit, a chuckle slipping from my throat. She watched me so intently, I felt slightly self-conscious. It felt like she was noting my every movement, judging me strictly by my battle scars and colors. I frowned again and shook my head. Yes, I had chased her. Yes, I had threatened her life. I deserved to be looked upon like the beast I was. In fact, if it were anyone else, I would have basked in the glares and prying eyes. But right now, with this fem, I felt ashamed that this was who I was. I was a killer, a ruthless, angry murderer. I came across exactly how I wanted to all along, a threat. I wasn't sure what I felt now, anger or sorrow. I was angry because she saw me as this killing machine, that she would ask if I would kill her now. Why couldn't she see that I didn't want to hurt her!? In a way, in a dark, sadistic way I was head over heels, I was completely... dare I say.. in love with her. No, no. No no no. Not love. Loving her is like loving... I wasn't sure actually, what it was like loving. But it was sick. Sicker then the passions I had felt for my own blood so many years ago. This husky, this white angel, who had save my life when I had so badly abused hers. Every time I looked at her, my stomach clenched and I felt like my rib cage was going to cave in. It wasn't because she saved me, no, I was not a victim of Nightingale, it was her. Her warmth, her body, the way she looked at me. The way she watched me, spoke to me. Everything. It made me... well, it made me twitter pated. Sick. I closed my eyes a moment. "Why should I kill ya? I was angry, pissed off at someone. Not you... never you.." I cringed at the small admission, pulling my lips back over my teeth before shaking the anger away. "You saved mine, so I'll give you yours, right?" I looked into her blues, feeling the world shrink around me, and that clench in my stomach return. God Damn, Lucifer. What've you gotten yourself into?

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Mythril studied his eyes as he spoke, she'd fallen once for the silken words of a male. But that was then and this was now and she had learned much in that small time frame. Some flicker in his gaze brought a slight nod from her cranium, pivoting around she'd step a couple of feet out into the snow to give her coat a violently vigorous shake to her pelt releasing the clinging ice and snow. Weary and unwilling to seek another form of shelter the clarity of that gaze lifted to the skies surveying the play of the clouds. There was a good chance that the snowfall would thicken before she'd even have a chance, and sleeping out in the open wasn't something Myth relished. The only other option was to remain here, with...him. Twisting around so she presented him with a profile view her gaze resting quietly on his, the smooth velveteen vocals rose from her parted maw. "So then, wolf, where does that leave us?" The wind tugged and teased along the thick long hair surrounding her shoulders, lining her neck and back. Midnight frosted tips conceal from even the winds chilly fingers a thick soft undercoat. Paws would lift drawing her back within the confines of the makeshift den. Skull teetered on its stand, the light of curiosity flickered through those serenely silent eyes. Slowly that rump would lower to the ground, she'd yet to break her detached expression. It was her guard against the unknown, and for the moment he was an unknown factor playing heavily into her life. Even now she did not second guess her decision to leap into the ocean after him. Had she the choice to do so again she would have, without a moments hesitation. Despite the image presented to the world, inside she was kind hearted, with rigid morals and a code of honor instilled in her at a young age. It was the core of who she was and would always be. But even that was not all that there was to this fae, she'd once been a curiously playful soul who had longed for all the things a romantic soul longed form. Life had taught her otherwise, taught her to keep her shield in place and give nothing to the world that would beat her down at the first chance it got. Still she could not keep the curiosity from her visage while she patiently waited his words. Unable to remain upright while concealing the trembling in overworked muscles had the female lowering carefully down to her belly, paws outstretched towards him. With any luck he'd never knew what state she was in, he'd only see a steadily quiet fem who for the moment was in a cautious state of relaxation.