Answers [Markaz+Demon only]

[† Demon †]

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A smirk stole the dark seductress's facade. The words of the spiteful did not even move a hair out of place on her shimmering pelt. Watching him silently, her eyes never faltering from his angered optics. Dipping her head slightly, she chuckled icily. "Same old. Same old." she drawled calmly. "You never fail to amuse me, my dear..." Flicking her tassel lightly in the twisted light, she turned to look to-wards Amaroq, the glitter in her optics painted with a devilish look, yet not far underneath that lay hurt; she honestly missed all the times that were shared, the happiness she had experienced for the first time in her life- yet her spiteful heart wasn't just about to apologize for all this. No way. She wasn't going to back down; it wasn't her style, or her nature. And she wouldn't start now.

"Amaroq, darling," she breezed coolly, "The basics are simple to figure. Once upon a time there was two little psychos. Two little lovers. One messes up," she paused, shooting an evil glare at Markaz, "and they loose what they had all down to that little looser... get the picture?" Smiling darkly, her eyes traveled slowly over the body of Markaz, secretly admiring his every shape and detail. Every little piece of fur, every little rippling muscle; it all brought memories back- soon she felt herself becoming overwhelmed with it all.

Pushing emotions away, she fought the tears forming. Looking back to Markaz, she hoped he couldn't see the weakness glowing in her stinging eyes, the sense of love she still held in her heart, no matter how scarred it had now become. "My dear, dear Markaz," she snarled, sarcasm now playing on her tongue, "Can you not see? We're the bonnie and Clyde of the varg world, the psycho's following the all evil ways.. we're meant to be together... forever..." Smiling, she let a cruel laugh pass her lips before departing onto her rocking haunches; a shiver sent down her spine. She wanted him. Needed him. Her hormones were racing, her eyes flickering with a lust for his passionate holdings. Right now all she wanted to do was jump him, show him the best time they'd shared together. Yet, unfortunately, the same words repeated in her head. Not possible. Not possible. Not possible.

Snarling deeply, she kept her gaze strong, her muscles tensed- yet if he knew her as well as the femme thought, he'd see through her protective shield, see through the insanity; see that she cared, loved, wanted. I want you her mind screamed, I need you... And that's when total silence fell...

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[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]Horrible Post.

Markaz managed to smile with Demon's words. It was all amusing. Amusing how she made things seem so simple. Yet he was tired of the lies. He wouldn't fall now. He wouldn't let her take advantage of him. He could live his own life. He had done it before, how hard can it be?

"What a lovely story Demon. I just adore how you pass the blame along. Yet if why stop there hmm? Why not tell her that I always kept us apart, and that I always came crawling back, love tearing out of my eyes. Tell her that I am the most emotionally weak wolfyou know. Tell her how you love to torment me by coming and going as you please."

Markaz felt his anger, yet his love for Demon also slowly ripping, more painful than death itself. His chest burned, but he wasnt ready to just stop and give in. He would drive the dager back.

" Well unfortunately, in this story, Bonnie and Clyde never really got along, now did we? Why should this be so painful Demon? Why is there more painful memories than pleasant ones? Why is it worth it Demon?"

The Co-Dragga was almost losing his breathe. Deep inside, he knew that they'd be together forever. But he'd never do it, if she didnt love him. He never truely knew that. He learned lies are more common then he'd want them to be. So now he'd end it, unless Demon, actually had the heart to change.

"What's the point Demon? I'm just going to mess it up again so you say. So I'm asking you. End this madness. Call it off. Call me a bad memory, not your mate. Call this brutal relationship off..."

Markaz was suprised himself how he managed to say that, yet he stood firmly, waiting for her honest response. Let him be free. But let me love you. His mind screamed.

"Call it off, Demon.". His amber gaze was lost in hers, waiting for the word, that will make or break his day.[/glow]

[† Demon †]

sucky post. [glow=black,2,300]

At first, Demon let a placid smile rest on her maw, the words of Markaz flowing in, and back out each aud. Flicking her tail, she yawned slightly, rolling her optics high to the sky; purposely making an obvious statement that she wasn't interested. Yet, suddenly, her attention slapped her fully around her ebony facade. His words processed hastily in her mind; her body almost shaking in shock and horror of what he had just spoken. call it off, demon

Her breaths quickened, deepened; plumes now visible in the atmosphere; her eyes darted around the surroundings, her mind racing with a sickness. She felt her stomach tighten, her guts tie themselves into knots over knots. Coughing, she found it hard to breath. "I..." she began, looking at the ground. Looking into his eyes, she opened her maw to speak, yet no words came out. A tear escaped her poisoned holdings. "I... I can't..."

With that settled, she turned, turned and fled into shadows. She ran as fast as her muscular legs could carry her; far into the shadows of a willow tree. Yet, it didn't seem far enough. She could still feel his presence, taste his intoxicating scent in her mouth, imagine his fiery optics. She was hypnotized by his very presence; and now, now she had let her guard down. No doubt he was laughing at the whole ordeal, lapping up her weakness, admiring how he had made her crack with one simple question.

Shuddering, she couldn't bare the thought of it. Sinking down onto her stomach, she rested her head on the dirt and leaves; her paws covering her crown. Quietly, she cried to the Gods; cried to Markaz. She felt so alone, so broken. All she wanted to do was curl up and die; curl up and be forgotten. Yet it wouldn't be possible, not ever. She loved him too much... "Curse you..."

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[Amaroq]

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