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Post by † Demon † on Jun 21, 2005 15:56:18 GMT -5
This is one of my best posts that I've thought of... I think. Anyway, anyone is welcome to join in. Thanks... Also, the lyrics of the song used in this post are ; Gabrielle - If you love me... so uhm, yeah... [glow=black,2,300]
The twilight was upon the valley. Stars mixed with lines and curves of pink and amber in the sky above. Birds sang their sleepy tune, and the last howls of tired wolves rattled the silencing atmosphere. Yet, one wolf was wide awake. With a pelt of midnight ebony, and optics poisoned with a glaring green, the femme walked quietly over the landscape, a thinking pose placidly fixed on her facade; a tinge of pain in every step she took. Looking down as she padded towards the ledge, her tassel drooped behind her, a sigh passed her lips. Sitting atop her haunches, she stared longingly at the sunset, her body calmly level upon the somewhat unsafe ledge. "If you loved me, you would have let me know," she whispered, "if you needed me, you would have told me so," she paused, her gleaming optics welling up with tears, "can it be that you don't care about us...?"
Turning away from the sky, her eyes at the earth, two crystal clear tears soaked into the dried-up soil. Despite the setting sun, a strong heat still lingered in the air. Shaking her head sadly, her body shifted as she began to shake with upset. Since their encounter with Amaroq watching, Demon's life had become so mixed up, so broken. Everything had scrambled up within her mind, and caused agony without any doubt about it. Glancing up at the amber curves in the sky, she thought, just for a moment, that she could see his eyes watching her. Yet, as always, it was a dream; a dream which was nothing but the ultimate nightmare in disguise; the nightmare of a tainted love, or love faded into oblivion it seemed.
Lifting her head high, despite the tears falling, she parted her lips; the tune passing them so beautiful, and full of strangled, or trapped life. Yet, it wasn't that famous howl of hurt she released this time, it was a song; for once in her life this female sang aloud to herself. She let herself not care what others thought, made her confidence shine through; despite her broken character within. And, whilst the words flowed on the summer’s breeze, she was hoping on some level or another, Markaz would hear it- understand what still stood inside her desolate and seducing heart.
~"I think of all the days and nights we shared - and start to wonder if you ever really cared how can I love you when I don't know where i stand - just let me know so I can make my plans why do you keep messing with my heart and mind? I really need to know something that you seem to do most of the time messing with my mind
can't you tell how much this is hurting me, or are you too blind to see? the tears that fill my eyes, oh baby..."~
As her words drifted into the silence of sunset, she collapsed onto the ground, a cloud of dust flying up, along with the petals of a broken rose. Once upon the ground, her paws overlapped each other, her head rested upon them and she really did feel lost. Crying to herself, uncaring about anyone who could be present at this time, she wanted to scream up to the heavens; ask them why! Why it was always her with the broken dreams and promises. She was sick of it, sick to death.
Demon was a wolf with a broken heart, and there was only one cure. Him. Did he sense her pain, did he even realize her love was existent in this world still? Even if he did, she still hurt inside, still cried; she wanted him, needed him, loved him... She needed to hear those three magical words pass his lips once more; she needed to feel his body against hers; those passionate days and nights to repeat in the summer breeze. Yet, she knew, deep inside that dreams and fantasies could do nothing now; she was buried too deep in this depression.
He was the only ladder big enough to help her climb out of this hole.
Him. And him only.
"...Markaz..."
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Post by Phantom on Jun 21, 2005 16:32:12 GMT -5
Ebon ears twitched, and yellow eyes flickered open. It was twilight, and Fenris cast a soft, golden glow on the land beyond the forest. Stars began to appear, and the last few larks ended their songs. But it wasn't the oncoming night that had roused Phantom from her sleep. She had heard something.
Phantom followed the sound, silently. It soon became clear that somebody, some female varg, was singing a heartbreaking song, casting her sorrow into the wind. Then, suddenly, it stopped. A new sound rose, one that Phantom dreaded to hear from any varg; weeping.
She sniffed the breeze, but she was upwind of the other she-varg. Phantom broke into a steady gallop, following the sound of crying. She was almost there. Phantom burst through the brush, finding herself at a familiar mountainous ledge. She had often come here to think, pray and stargaze. She liked the solitude of the place. As her yellow eyes flew to the sounds of sorrow, Phantom gave a start. It was her.
Demon.
She was last varg Phantom expected to be crying in agony. She stepped forward, then stopped. Phantom recalled that night when they had nearly killed eachother. Demon was her enemy...
But she was also a packmate.
Again, Phantom stepped forward, slowly creeping her way to the weeping Demon. Then, very cautiously, she lifted a paw, and placed it on Demon's shoulder.
"Demon," she whispered kindly. "Demon, what's wrong?"
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 21, 2005 16:54:32 GMT -5
this post is really sucky; couldn't think of what to put so this'll have to do i spose... meh [glow=black,2,300]
As tears began to falter, and she could cry no more of her sorrows, the femme left her head weakly atop her paws and her optics fixed on the horizon; the sun hastily setting and night swiftly carrying its dark shadows along with its calming slumbers.
Yet, as the beasts mind began to wander; thoughts of Markaz constantly dancing through the twisted and broken corridors of her mind, she was disturbed by a female's voice. It was sour to her feeble auds, bitter like poison. Turning, her sore and glaring eyes came face-to-face with the enemy. "Oh," she growled, "it's you...." Sighing, she stood up slowly, and with light treds walked past the femme, a sorrowful tinge in her body.
Pausing as she came to the bushes and trees, marking the woodlands of Koran, she turned. Biting her lip, she looked into the eyes of Phantom; her eyes never blinking. "And, for what it's worth... nothing is wrong... Tarkah knows. The end.." Turning toward the shadowed landscape, she slowly began to blend into the woodland; sighing as more tears silently fell. For some reason she couldn't speak long, couldn't hardly breathe. There was a sweet scent in the air, one she couldn't place. "Please be Markaz," she sighed, padding constantly into the pitch black of night, the only sign of her presence now being the glisten of her orbs, and the occasional snuffle of tears and paws. "Please find me..."
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 21, 2005 17:16:18 GMT -5
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From atop the cliffside overlooking the river, he rested, his head resting atop his forepaws. His amber eyes were wide open, his mind playing images with use of the stars in the sky before him. He was unable to sleep, as it had been for what seemed like weeks.
The breeze swept through his coat, a slight whistle in the valley. Otherwise the silence went noticed greatly. It seemed like all was asleep, his pack resting near the dens, Tarkah, again re-united with the dragga, the rest, tending to their families. Families... His mind drifted to the thoughts of his family, the two pups left forgotton in the woods, and pressumed dead. Shows what kind of father he was. And then there was the more real side of his family, the part that still remained. Since the last few suns, he didnt even know where he stood with that. That if he could call it his family. He didnt know if he wanted it back. If he;d rather live free and lonely, or together with pain.
The water crept on to the shorefront, and retreated slowly, a relaxing sound, along with the whistles of the wind made it seem so easy to sleep. Yet the weary burn still kept him awake, nearly unconscious, but awake.
He lifted his head from his paws, trying to resist the thoughts of his mind, yet it kept haunting him. His mind drawing the past in the waters, sketching the former couple in the skies. It consumed him completely, tearing madly away at his insides, burning like the fire of wolfbane.
And it killed him. What he didnt know made life dwindle from his grasp. That maybe she did like him, and maybe he didnt want to admit it. Just like they first met. His secrecy of love he kept well hidden the first time they met in the caves, never knowing if she had the same feeling. His first impression of her, was a good one, yet he never really did find out her first impression. And he never did find out what made her comeback from her journies so far away from him.
They why waste it? He knew that he wanted her back, tear her away from the males that tried to move on her, like he used to. So nothing would get in they way, like they had before time and again. Not Amaroq, not even tarkah. No one.
Markaz stood to his fours. Feeling weary he moved inward to the forests to find Demon. Even if they were not together, he just wanted to know....why.
The scent was caught easily, yet another came with it, making him halt. Through distant trees and brush, he saw Phantom, and the sound of Demon's voice could be heard. No, not now, now is not the time.
He took a few steps back, and kept himself low, watching through the cracks of the branches, trying to decipher their speech, yet the breeze grew stronger. It was obvious that now Phantom had gotton involved. It was becoming bigger than it is. Demon's two closest friends, and now her enemy. Had it really become this bad? That he had turned things completely around?
He didnt know anything. Yet he wouldnt interrupt, maybe he would find out by the means of a wandering ear. Then it wouldnt cause harm to anyone. He had already taken down the spirits of many, and he wasnt about ready to do the same for Phantom. ~ [/glow]
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Post by Phantom on Jun 22, 2005 13:26:46 GMT -5
"Demon, look," Phantom said as Demon turned away from her. She trotted beside the ebony varg and into the woodlands. "I don't want to be your enemy, I never did. We're pack mates, and a pack divided against itself cannot stand."
She leapt in front of Demon, blocking her path and looking her straight in the eye. "Demon, talk to me. I know something's wrong, and it's stupid to try to hide it when it's so obvious. Please, let's call a truce, then you can tell me what's on your mind. I can't stand seeing you like this.
Phantom looked kindly at Demon, showing that she meant to be friends with her. Her nose quivered as she caught Markaz's scent in the air. Then, it hit her. Markaz...
"Demon?" she breathed. "This about Markaz, isn't it?"
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 22, 2005 14:55:15 GMT -5
sorry about the rambled post; i was stuck for ideas, so i just flung a few together... it's sucky i know, yet i cannot do any better at the moment... enjoy...[glow=black,2,300]
Demon snarled as Phantom's body was now blocking her path, yet when she caught that glitter in the femme's optics, Demon knew, not from mind but from heart, that Phantom's words could be truthful. don't take that risk.. yelled her mind, it could be a trap, she's stalking you, watching you, ready for the element of attack... Growling, Demon turned her body toward another course. "This is none of your concern," she spat harshly, "why would you even speak his name and assume its the cause of my worries?" The ebony femme was so consumed by her emotions, that she hadn't even sensed Markaz on the winds. "Tell me," she drawled, her tone volume increasing, "why?!"
Suddenly, Demon's heart felt like it had exploded. She was broken down in an instant. Falling to the ground, she felt her body go numb. It was a horrific sight; seeing a wolf of Demon's build and size breaking down. After ll the reputations she had built for herself, even she didn't expect to feel her own body rebelling against her sour mind. "Just..." she paused, breathing heavily, trying to not wince with the pain, "just... go..." Her mental state seemed critical to the unseen eyes of on-lookers, yet she was well in mind and body; yet not heart. Her heart was broken, broken beyond repair it seemed- and a wolf with a broken heart could never do well outside the pack dens... could it?
Sighing, she managed after a while to regain a stable posture. Standing tall, she looked at Phantom, hoping to catch her gaze. Nodding, she finally gave in. "Fair enough," she whispered, a shiver down her spine as she soon caught onto Markaz' scent. "I'll tell you..."
Sitting atop her haunches, she licked away the soil from her forepaws, swallowing back the tears whilst doing so. "It all began at the battle," she sighed, "When he said those words to Tarkah about needing a Dragga to rule, I got out of hand; I went to find him for a quiet word, but things got out of control... we argued, and he confronted me with the choice of making or breaking the relationship," she paused, tears now streaming down her face; the memories flooding back, "I.. I ran away from it, hoping it would heal itself; but... but, I found comfort with another male... and now, now I know I love him," she paused again, say his name for crying out loud, SAY HIS NAME! she swallowed, shivering as her mind screamed out to her, "I.. I love Markaz..."
That was it. She turned away from Phantom's eyes, tears decorating the earth she stood upon. Looking around, she could feel that sliver of hope dancing in her eyes. "Where are you?" she whispered to herself, "are you watching me, admiring the pain you've caused... show yourself goddammit, show yourself to me..."
..And that's when the silence reared its ugly head once more..
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 22, 2005 15:43:03 GMT -5
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From the low form, he still heard the words exchanged, Phantom still occasionally falling into view, but only the voice of Demon was heard. He felt his claws tearing the soil underneath him as he longeg to see the form of Demon. The voice of Demon was weary, stressed, it was noticable.
And with every long second, he realized how much more he missed her, he felt the worry of not seeing her form. But she still seemed to resist. Even when Phantom asked, it seemed that she made sure not to mention him, as she wanted to forget him.
He began to turn away, yet, his ear caught now an even more pained voice. Fair enough, I'll tell you. He turned back, trying to see through the series of branches between them. Listening closely, he took a few steps forward, able to see Demon again. The beautiful black coat, seducing emerald optics. No....
He turned his head to the side, feeling the slight breeze. It was blowing from him toward them. They knew he was here. Trying to make him cave again. A snarl rippled from his throat. I ran away from it, hoping it would heal itself; but... but, I found comfort with another male... and now, now I know I love him. He lifted his gaze to the form of Demon. He was slightly stunned, by somehow, his cold heart had expected it. "Another Male" he whispered to himself. "There is always another male."
The thoughts of his mind and thought grew colder from there. Lies, they wanted him to be jealous, to have him cave to his knees. "I'm sick of this stupid game Demon." He whispered to himself, yet he didnt not know what was left to be kept secret anymore.
Moving forward, he stepped into the clearing, the corner of his eyes saw Phantom, but he would not worry about her. End the Game. His mind ordered him.
"Another Male Demon?" He managed to smirk, padding around the faemme. "It's like your turning the world against me, Tarkah, Amaroq, and now Phantom. You say that you still love me, but there is always another male in your life isnt there? You never cease to amuse me...." He said, wanting to slide his claws against both the faemme's necks.
" So, in all of that mess, Where do I stand? Where do I fit in?" He said, halting his pace, his heart telling him he still cared, but his mind blocking it out. "What more do you want from me? You done this game yet? Cause me..." He paused, his mind running faster than he could understand. " I loved you, but this....this dagger, you keep driving back to me, like I've tried to kill you over and over again. It hurts, Demon. It really does." He said more softly now. [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 22, 2005 16:01:27 GMT -5
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At first, the voice was blurred to her auds. She had her optics shut from everything, its not real, he's not there her wounded heart cried out, he's just playing around with you, messing with your head... Yet, she couldn't resist the pain any longer. Peeling open her tear-stained eyes, his form came into a blurry view. The shimmering pelt, the strong muscles, yet what caught her eye the most was his eyes. Oh, those fiery amber orbs always weakened her. As her mind wandered over the memories, she tried to ignore the harsh words he spoke, yet one was not successful. Turning to look at Phantom, she tried to ask her for help, due to her body becoming motionless and strained with an urge to fight back. But, she wouldn't. No way. It wasn't going to end in a fight, not this time.
Sighing, she shook her head, and returned to face Markaz. In her eyes, she could feel more tears lining their way ready to fall like raindrops. She could make out how much she was shaking in the agony of it all. "Markaz," she breezed painfully, her voice cracked and torn up. "Don't do this," she was close to running again, running from the land, running from her home; perhaps that was his plan, to drive her out and drown in the pleasure of her pain. Strangely enough though, she was fighting it, the reason was unknown, yet it was happening. Maybe that undying love was rebuilding her inner-strengths, blocking that unwanted emotion within.
Swallowing her tears back, she stood strong, true like a wolf should. Her eyes held a fiery passion, yet she covered it with emptiness. "You loved me?" she repeated, her voice emotionless, "it's always loved or wanted with you, isn't it?" she snarled, "it's never love or need.. just plain old past terms," She paused, unable to stop the tears now, her entire body shivering as though winter was seizing her very soul. "Well, Markaz," she continued, her voice quaking with hurt and broken dreams, "heres a newsflash for you... I still love you, and no matter how much hurt, how much pain you cause me, nothing, and I MEAN nothing will change that fact. You can twist it and turn it all you want in your mind, yet in mine it stays true, forever..."
Turning away, she was tempted to walk into the shadows and not return; like she should have done when Damien's birth arose. But, he brought her life back, called to her swollen scars, and brought her home. He was the reason, the equation, the miracle. The miracle of her life.
Sighing, she blinked a few times, trying to rid of the tears; yet once more, she failed. Shaking her head sadly, she turned once more to face him. "And, for your information," she growled, her voice no louder than a tiny whisper, "the other wolf was an accident. I needed you, but you wasn't there to help. I wanted you, yet you never came. So, things got unstable in my head and I did stupid things..." she paused, and her body dropped, an almost Sikla look upon her. "...Just don't do a stupid thing now," she sighed, "don't make a decision you will regret..." And, as her words disappeared into the darkness, she turned her head to the side, and showed her neck. If she was going to die, by him would it be.
Swallowing fearfully, she closed her eyes and waited. Waited for the solution, or the problem; whichever would come next...
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Post by Phantom on Jun 22, 2005 18:32:09 GMT -5
Phantom nodded silently as Demon told the tragic tale. "You made a mistake Demon, but you can fix it. Did you ever think that, maybe, he feels the same way you do?" she asked. "He probably feels as abandoned and lost as you."
Her ears pricked as she heard Markaz's faint voice. So he is here Then Demon stepped toward the male's voice. speaking softly to him. Phantom listened, but said nothing. Her hackles rose as the sorrowful she-varg showed her throat to Markaz. Phantom felt her whole body become tense. It was as if Demon was asking to be killed.
She readied herself, half expecting Markaz to fly at Demon. Phantom would be ready to defend Demon at any moment. She could only pray that she wouldn't have to tonight.
Very bad post...sorry...
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 22, 2005 19:37:34 GMT -5
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Markaz managed to smirk again, occasionally passing a look at Phantom. After entering late, and so aggressive, he'd have expected Phantom to intervine by now, and was suprised she continued to stand there. Good Drappa. His mind said to himself.
He found the actions and words of Demon somewhat foolish, yet, he did feel the same way, but after defending himself for the last few suns, the soft part of him remained beneath his skin, and he felt better that way, that no one could take advantage of him, the way it should have been.
" Dear Demon, " He said softly and somewhat coldly. "Past tense is right, for, I loved you ever so, but then you went and changed, came and left as you pleased, and always found a way to bring me to my knees. It really didnt have to be that way now, did it? "
Markaz padded up to the form of Demon, noting her well exposed neck. Lifting his forepaw, he kept a glimse of Phantom in the corner of his eye, making sure she'd didnt try anything foolish. Extracting his claws, he slowly dragged the back of his claws along her neck in a taunting fashion.
" You know, I still remember that storm, that horrible rain that led me stumbling into the caves, meeting you for the first time. How you taunted me, ripped crimson from me. I always wondered your first impression that night. Yet, the next morning, I knew that I loved you, and that never have I spent so much time with another varg. From that day, it was that I felt a turn for the good in my life. And now, look at this, my claws at your neck, what a happy ending, wouldnt you say?"
Markaz still talked coldly, hesistant to show his real feelings, yet he didnt know how much longer he could hang in. It didn't have to end like this. Its not over, don't be so cold.
Markaz flipped his forepaw over, the sharp side of the claws now resting at the side of her throat, gentle pressing in. "It all comes to this."He said softly, noticing her shut optics as she awaited the quick pain. " That it turns out that I have the heart of a cold river stone. Yet I know, you wouldnt want this, and I know, that no matter how much crimson you've torn from me, I'll still love you.. That's the only reason your still alive."
With that, Markaz stepped back, returning his claws to the tender soil. In silence he watched her, still bracing for death. "Besides, I wouldnt let go of you so easily." [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 23, 2005 14:38:32 GMT -5
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As the femme's body shook, she felt herself slipping away already; had she died or had her hopes disappeared completely now? Her mind was blank, all except one lasting word. Markaz, it whispered, Markaz, Markaz, Markaz.. Swallowing back her fear, she tried to hold onto her strong posture, her last remaining strength inside; yet no matter what she tried to do, all her senses were drained. If this was the beginning of death, she hated it.
Finally, she felt that if she was to die, staring it in the face, or to be more precised, staring him in the face, would be the most honorable thing to do. Gripping the ground with her claws, she could feel his own claw resting upon her ebony throat. As her breathing grew heavy, her optics revealed themselves. With an emerald green fire, they were sparkling with tears as they fell one more. Biting her lip, she felt as though everything had suddenly slowed down. Trees froze in the summer breeze, Phantom seemed like nothing but a blur. All she could see was his face; but wait, his maw was opening slowly. Her auds perked instantly, and her hackles flinched. "Markaz.." she whispered, yet her words broke away in shock. "I'll still love you..."
Had she misheard? Was her mind playing tricks? Looking down on the ground, she half expected to see herself lying on the ground, lifeless, still, dead. Yet, she wasn't. Shooting her eyes back onto Markaz, her eyes danced with a rain of hope all of a sudden. "What...?" croaked Demon, trying to hide the feeling of hope back in her tone. "What did you say...?" Staring motionlessly, she was shaking all over, not due to fear; no! she wasn't scared anymore. She was shaking with returning hopes and dreams. Had he admitted something? Or was he lying, waiting for the right time to kill her in secret? Both sides of her mind were fighting with their reasons, yet somehow or another, she found a way to block that all out.
Turning to Phantom, she tried to hide the tiny smile on her facade, "Phantom," she whispered, so low that no other wolf would hear. "Am I dreaming...? Did he say he loved me still...?" Blinking, a few more tears fell gracefully to the earth; but, again, these weren't of hate or agony; hope once again played a big part in her emotions.
Giving Markaz a slight glance from the corner of her eye, she took a big lungful of air; she was waiting. Waiting for the answer which would make or break her life, once and for all.... One last thought running through her mind. oh, Tor. I mistook you for Wolfbane. I thought you was the cause of all my misfortune, the reason behind my pain and agony- yet, now I see... you're the one doing this... you're the one helping me... and now, now I'll never make the mistake of loosing love again... I promise...
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Post by Phantom on Jun 23, 2005 16:14:35 GMT -5
"No, Demon. You're not dreaming," Phantom said, smiling at Demon. "It's real, as real as the sun and the moon and the stars above your head."
She looked at the pair. Both strong, powerful, and cherished members of Koran. Hopefully, they would accept one another again. "A pack divided against itself cannot stand," she whispered. "We won't have to worry about any more, hopefully."
Fook! Terrible post. Forgive me.
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 23, 2005 16:44:31 GMT -5
meh. this post is sucky![glow=black,2,300]
A pack divided cannot stand, repeated her mind quietly. Was that true? Demon was unsure, yet the fact remained that one wolf without love was lost. She had proved that many times over.
Yet, despite Phantom's words, Demon still wanted Markaz to repeat his words; repeat what could tear or mend the remainder of her heart. Smiling at Phantom, she turned slowly to face the king of agony, himself. "Markaz...?" she questioned, her voice no louder than a whisper. Her voice was cracked by tears and tortures. Plus, the humid weather was getting under her skin as well.
Sighing, she sat patiently on her haunches, glancing every now and then at Phantom, and then back to Markaz. The suspense was murdering her; killing her inside. Come on goddamnit... repeat it! tell me you love me... don't cause anymore pain.. I need you..! With auds perked, and body tensed, she could do nothing but wait now. Wait and watch the male before her; the love of her life to decide whether to go or stay, love or hate, make or break. It was in his paws now; and Demon was dreading it...
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Post by Dimitrii on Jun 23, 2005 17:16:25 GMT -5
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His gaze was somewhat locked on the faemme at his feet for most of the times, his silence, heard by both the faemmes. The cold voice resided from his mind, leaving it plain empty.
The look he saw in the faemmes eye was worth more than any memory he had remembered in his life, the look of hope, happiness, returned to a wolf of many dark times. Like the first few steps of life. Truely worthless
He turned away slightly, his silence remained, noticing both faemme's waiting for his next words. Yet his mind was so lost, that he had made a decision that would reflect on his life, based on the mercy he saw in a pair of emerald eyes, despite what seemed of years of betrayal. It was the first time, he'd ever offer someone a second chance, and he was surprised to feel a sense of warmth at his chest.
Looking into the skies over the borders, the stars mixed with colours of amber and red and black with the darkness of the sky, the heat still remained with the night, the humidity, now felt more than the breeze.
He turned to see the rather calm rivers that flowed through the lands, feeling a sudden sensation of thirst. " Walk with me Demon, care for a drink?" He said softly, taking the first few steps and turning to see if she followed, he noticed Phantom, still there, rather quiet the entire time. He gave a slight nod, and padded of to the river, a medium pace, so that she could catch up. More moments like these would be shared in the days to come.~[/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 24, 2005 16:15:49 GMT -5
I tried to post a good one; yet once again, I feel I've failed you. Heh...[glow=black,2,300]
Demon felt her heart sink slightly in his hesitation. Was this just a messed up mind-f**k? She didn't know, and to be honest she didn't really want to find out either. As long as she had him near her, she would stay no matter how cruel he could turn out to be now.
Sighing, she watched him look up-to the sky. Glancing up, she noticed how well the amber blended with the ebony. It had never clicked before, yet now she could see; those colors meant happiness in her eyes. All the time, it had been one adventure; she had to find out true love for herself. thank you Tor for helping me she thought in the silence, yet as her mind was about to continue, Markaz' voice split the atmosphere in two.
Looking at him, she couldn't help but let a smile steal her maw. "walk with me Demon" As her smile grew, it suddenly came to mind that Phantom still lingered around. Turning to face her, she nodded; her maw parting slightly. "Can you hang about for a few minutes? I would like to walk back to Koran's dens with you.. if possible?" As she waited for a reply from the femme, a warm sensation seized her form. Absorbing it, she felt somewhat at rest yet not completely. There was still things to sort out.
After a while, Demon could no longer wait in the silence. Markaz had seemingly gone to the river's edge already. Glancing back at Phantom, she smiled. "I'll be back," she whispered, and without a second glance, the ebony femme padded slowly to the bank.
Leaning down, she could feel the water splashing her nose. Chuckling slightly, she could not restrain herself from looking at him every now and then. Letting her tongue slid gracefully from her mouth, she lapped up the cooling liquid; with optics closed, she could feel it trickling down her throat. No memory shared could compare to this, she was ready to restart her life, regain the confidence and stability she had lost many suns ago.
"So..?" she questioned finally, sitting atop her haunches, watching Markaz carefully. "I'm guessing your mind is made up...?" She spoke as though he was leaving; yet to be certain, Demon wasn't quite sure on whether he was going or staying; he was one complexed wolf. Smiling, she waited for an answer, her tassel flicking casually. Her optics gleaming, and, without a doubt, her heart healing in the moments passing...
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