Lapping Thoughts

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] With the happenings of last night, I was still curious if this fae was cautious of me. I didn't blame her, in fact I was pretty sure she was. Truly I regretted it, contrary to my beliefs, she was kind. Even if I had so maliciously threatened her, she had saved me. And now, I was even repeating myself. Great, see what they do to you? They screw up your mind.. but even so, maybe she wasn't like the other females that played with you then left you to mope and mull over what could have should have would have been. That was it. Plain and simple, cut and dried. Women were Satan reincarnated in sexy bodies with lust coated words and "loving" eyes, built to draw you in and tear you apart. Like the predators they were. Perfect, lovable, cuddle-able, mate-able. Whores, in the end really. Like I said about five thousand times before though, this vixen was what I wanted to title "perfect and completely real". I was yanked from these thoughts by her voice, and it was now that I had realized she had almost... left. Something tugged against me chest, a strong fist clenched around my heart, as I just realized this. I felt so stupid for a moment, that I hadn't paid more attention to her, but then I felt the hurt from her movements, that she would leave. Amid this, I had to remind myself that she was free. She wasn't mine, I didn't own her, and as long as that was true she had the right to come and go as she pleased. Just because she had saved me, didn't mean she had to stay with me. Wolf. I felt that wave of rush move through my body, and I tried to push it away, to dwell on how her attempt to leave had hurt me. "Well, I dunno, that'd... that'd be up to you really." I waited a moment, watching her as she then turned completely to me, the laid down, much to my liking. "Some good oil, I'm not normally trying to kill everything." My voice dropped a bit, and I narrowed my eyes, before heaving a sigh. With all vicious thoughts and actions in the past, I didn't need to draw her into a trap, just to slaughter her in the end. Now, I had no harmful intentions. Thinking this, I could try and actually get what I wanted, and maybe convince her to accept me, and maybe even love me just as much as I felt for her, if not more. I smiled a bit, now armed with this knowledge, and I decided to charge forward, flip on the charm and playful flirting. I was now determined to get her now, this goal now flooding everything else. So here, I not only flipped on the charm, I added even more effort to my already thick accent, swirling the words around until I knew exactly what would capture her attention. "Aye, sheila, would ya be willin' to give a bloke a fair go?"

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] A ridged triangled soldier flickered at his reply. Up to her? Well that in itself was different from what she had encountered in the past. Those that she met seemed to prefer the ball to be in their court. Where as her wolf here chose to pass the ball off into her court. She kept referring to him as wolf in an attempt to keep that cool distance. It reminded her of betrayal, and not to give her trust out so easily, especially to a creature who had thirsted for her blood, hours before. She watched the pit bull through silent near colorless optics as his own narrowed before he released a sigh. He'd claim that he did not normally go around seeking to kill whatever he came across. It was true she often found first impression were far from accurate, Silence would stretch between them as she mulled over his words, The sudden rumbling of that darkly accented voice broke through her thoughts. Oh yea, she'd been right earlier, that voice could easily make a fae's legs turn to jelly. So lost in the sound of it she nearly missed the words he spoke. Nearly. Some fae may have played coy, perhaps dug deeper for a meaning. Mythril wasn't some other fae, she was herself, a creature of thought. At length she'd answer, perhaps not in the way he hoped but the meaning lay hidden beneath the velveteen tones. "My name is Mythril." A faint albeit cautious smile danced across obsidian lips. It would take time before the caution disappeared, before she'd willingly give her trust to another creature. Skull lowered to rest on her outstretched paws that black nose nearly touching his own paws. She was tired, and the fact that she felt comfortable enough to sleep with him seemingly wide awake might have spoken volumes to the observant. "Where are you from, wolf?" The question had slipped out, in her tired state her words went unchecked from her brain to her tongue. "And why were you so angry? Who hurt you so?" She didn't realize she'd spoke those thoughts aloud, if she had they would have been curbed, since it was far from her place to pry. A sudden rush of icy wind moved through their little alcove, bringing her back to life, a glance outside told her there was a storm coming her gaze shifted towards him. He had such a thin coat, he must be freezing by now. That thought had not even finished before she pressed to her paws stepping closer to him. After another moments hesitation she lowered herself across his back. This close he would be able to detected the trembling in her tired muscles, but by the time she realized this it was to late.

[Zephyя !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/LuciferMiddle.png] [scrolly:h(220),w(400),sy] [ I'M GONNA GET A NEW TABLE SOON ] Mythril. Like the stories of the past, ancient writing and lore told by pink tongues. Beautiful in their ways, speaking of historic love and loss, war and tragedy. Herself, holding a story with it's own golden pages, written in black ink, maybe themselves haunted by a lost love or murder. I didn't know, but the more she spoke, so intently, I wanted to. Flip the pages and read on, dig deep inside this creature. You didn't need to walk a mile in someone's shoes to understand the pain they went through. By the way she acted, keeping her expression still and emotionless, Mythril was no exception to the horrors that strays were put through. When I thought about this, it only made me fall harder, that this female wasn't so easy to get. She wasn't like my past loves, she wasn't simple or easy. The simple thought of having to work for this made me eager. But it wasn't like once I got her, I would leave her. No, I knew for a fact this was it. She was enticing. Once she was mine, I wouldn't be able to leave her. I flicked a crooked smile at her words, then chased it down with more smooth coaxing, trying out her name with that choice accent. "Mythril.. I'm Lucifer.. and I'm from a very far away place." I chuckled at that, not sure how to describe Australia. That smug grin and accent faltered when she said the next line in our script. I didn't know if I could give her all the little details. All the people and moments in my life that had damaged me. I couldn't get that out in a perfect speech without breaking down. I was sure compared to other canines, my life was rather plain, but to me it was enough. The loves I had faced were tragic, unnatural. It was filled with incest and slaughter. It was filled with Naoki's1 face and voice, the hard hand of my trainers. The cold cement of a fight ring. I couldn't let her in, not on that at least. She'd think of me like she did last night, a cruel, vicious leech. "'Ow bout you, sheila? Why are you so... like you?" Perfect? Beautiful? Radiant? She was everything I could ever dream of. Better then Naoki, better then my sister. Better then a ring, or food, or air. I loved the way she was so guarded, expressionless, yet like an open book. I wanted to dig into her and never come out, get lost in those silk words. Mythril 1; Naoki is a "replacement" name for his last lover, not his sister. I can't remember her name xD [/scrolly]

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Flanks would expand then cave inward on a heavy sigh, for the moment she lay draped across his form, a small attempt to warm the brute up in the coming chill. She didn't answer him instead merely remained silent staring out across the flurry of frozen water that fell from the heavens. Her thoughts drifting back over her life, and the memories that had stirred her from her weary state. Dual toned twins flickered back as darker memories, fresher memories came to the fore front of her minds eye. Memories that caused her to inwardly flinch even though it was an event she often relived so that she may never forget the pain of betrayal. Yet here she was with her soft bleeding heart, trying to warm a beast who had given chase, who had been intent on ending her life. Colorless optics slid closed with a subtle shake to her cranium. Who, she wondered, played the greater fool in this minor play? Was it she, who had sworn off the companionship of others? Who even now attempted to warm the chilly body of someone who by all actions should be her enemy? Or was it he, whose complete 360, left the Husky with an odd sense of confusion? "A tale that is neither white nor black, but as grey as the skies above. There is a storm coming, this place is not a good shelter to remain in much longer." Lids would part while that silent icy gaze studied the rolling clouds above. Even as bone deep weariness called to her she fought off the need to slip into the blessed darkness of her dreams. Such a foolish act could mean death for one of them if not both of them.

[Zephyя !?]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=background,http://wimg.co.uk/SAj.png] [scrolly:h(205),w(260),sy] With her warmth spread over him like a blanket, our Lucifer was finding himself drifting in and out of consciousness, too. His own eyelids were growing heavy, but he strained for energy, just to spend another moment with the lass. Our male, after several moments of mulling her words, stood, sliding himself carefully out from beneath her and stretching his sore body, teasing the small open wounds as his muscles flexed and worked out the exhaustion. The bloke poised in the center of the alcove, exposed and vulnerable before his secret mistress. "Let's find better shelter then.." His coaxes slipped between white flints, shifting the air between them slightly. Our Lucifer tried that smile, turning it to her before stepping towards the entrance, tabiries searching the empty beach before gliding up towards the docks and the city. He walked out of the alcove and breathed in the storm-seasoned air. His eyelids close momentarily, before opening and taking in the world again. His auds listened carefully, waiting to hear if she would follow him. [/scrolly]

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[Outlaw]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,310,true][atrb=background,http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac90/Zephkins/Tables/MythrilTable.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(230),sy] Mythril remained still a few moments longer while he stretched, gathering what little energy she had left for this journey. It was true that the shallow alcove wouldn't be enough shelter to weather the coming storm, but she'd had other motives in the smoothly shifted subject. Her past, with all its trials and torrents, was a tale that never slipped past blacken tiers, even among friends. There wasn't anyway she'd willingly offer up any type of information this beast could use against her. Even his name, at least according to the humans, even reflected a savage brutal nature. Lucifer... Confusion warred with fact, since she'd pulled him from a watery death and he re awoke to this life he'd been almost, dare she say a gentleman. A stark contrast to the bloodthirsty creature who had chased her with death in his eye. In the end she had little choice in which path she must take for survival, to exhausted from her rescue and vigilance. With jaws clenched she forced herself to her paws, a quick vigorous shake was given to that alabaster and ebony frame. A small attempt to wake herself up a somewhat. Silent eyes shifted towards his movement as he stepped out into the storm tinged atmosphere. It was nothing more then sheer willpower that had the Husky moving forward, several paces behind the muscular form of the pit bull the fae moved. Each step was as steadily graceful as the one before it, with the tilt of her cranium and the lift of that tail, one might never know she was about to drop from sheer exhaustion. But still she soldiered on without a visible sign nor a word of complaint. The shifting of those colorless optics from the left to the right, seeking a safe secure place out of the coming storm that promised, by the look of the boiling blacken clouds, to be quite something to behold. [/scrolly]

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[Zephyя !?]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=background,http://wimg.co.uk/SAj.png] [scrolly:h(205),w(260),sy] As soon as the female stood up, Lucifer relaxed a bit, but he noticed all too well the sounds of her steps, and they were tired. He knew she was hiding it, and she was doing it well, but Lucifer understood exhaustion all too well, even as well masked as it could be. The brute lowered his head, trying to shake the memories her tired steps brought up, the fight he himself had made so many years ago to pull himself from sleep, the battle to walk into the ring with a snarl on his face and the glint in his eye. He had mentally shoved himself before, just to make an hour worth so much more in the ring. With exhaustion pulling you down, it's difficult to win a war. Everything is heavy, and the blows you take are five thousand times more powerful then they should be. Facing one fight after the next in a rough cement ring, with a hundred human yells and the beastly grunts of the opponent ringing in your ear, your ready to explode. What gets you through is that sleep waits on the other side, the thought that eventually, this place will close for the day. After you slaughter the enemy, you're welcomed by your closed cage. However cold the floor seems, however hard it is, you fall asleep instantly. This wasn't a life she needed to face. How could he put her through that? To always be woken just seconds after falling under sleep just to be active again, just to get to the next place. He couldn't. She needed sleep. Lucifer turned around, facing Mythril. He walked to her, and pushed her gently back towards the alcove with his shoulder. As awake as she was, he needed her back in there. He didn't know how soon they would find a different shelter, and if it meant Mythril getting the rest she needed after saving him, he would fight a storm. Besides, he had her to keep him warm if needed. Just being beside her was enough to heat him up. The brute's jaws parted slightly, grabbing her scruff gently and tugging her to the alcove. He pulled her back in, then went to the deepest part that was most covered from the beach, which was only a couple feet in. The alcove curved slightly, though, and there was a small wall that separated the den from the outside. He sat down, still holding her scruff, before releasing it. "We'll stay here. Between us, there will be enough heat. You're too tired, I don't know how long it can take to find another shelter. What's the chance it's better then this, even if we find something soon?" He licked the place he had held her, just in case he had misjudged his hold and had hurt her some how. [/scrolly]

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