Cunfusing thoughts and explanations //private//

[Shakó]

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Deep in the multi-colored trees, deep in the pack boundries of Ge- Rad, a howl echoed thoughout the leaves. It could be heard, possibly for miles, as longs as your ears were open. The howl was risen by the maw of a large male wolf, his coat white, his underbelly a fading gray within the seasons. His light gray paws figited a little, for they were standing on the bank of a small collection of water. Few birds would wade in the ice water, as the Autumn breeze would chill everything around; a sure sighn of winter.

The male paced, his gold eyes filled with confusion. Why, all of the sudden, did she hate him so? He has feeling for her, oh yes, he cannot denie that, but dop inside he knew his heart was for someone else. Was this why she hated him so? Despised his very presence?

Thought went back on when the pack was gathered, not to long ago. The look in her blue eyes- was it jelousy? Or was it loath? Why did she hate him so? He shook his thickning mane, and pawed the water nevously. Would she come? His friend? Or did he lose her forever?

Shako didn't want to think about losing the sharp hybrid, he enjoyed talking to her, and being in her company. Almost as much as he enjoyed being in Yelae's. Almost, but not quite. No, nothing could match his heart's desire for the cleaver femme, the one he meet before Lydiar.

Is that why she hated him? Because of Yelae? No, that couldn't, that wouldn't, that musn't be the reason. Or could it? No. He wouldn't let anything come between his friendship. But he couldn't let anything come inbetween him and Yelae, either. Shako sighed, as his head pounded dully. There were so many posbilities, but he had to know. "Lydair, why do you hate me?" he asked the wind, as his tail twiched nevously. Hopefully she would come, and they would get things straight.
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[Lydair]

From beneath the seclusion of a drooping willow, the wind rustled through a dazzling cobalt-and-white pelt; lids slowly opened to reveal the azure orbs beneath them. A thick tail uncurled and stretched out, its white tip flicking and coming to rest on a lithe hind paw. A short, slender maw broke apart widely to reveal a gleaming set of canines and fangs; the femme yawned and blinked, trying her hardest to wake. Her leathery nose quivered as the muzzle lifted towards Fenris; the sky was a gleaming cyan, only marred by the billowing, wispy clouds that floated lazily across the vast expanse of cyan. As a deep howl rumbled through the air, her ears twitched and curled forward.
The Varg stood, and as her long, lean legs unfolded it was obvious to see she was no pure wolf; her coat itself set her apart, but her features spoke of dog blood that coursed through her. Her ears were small and rounded, trimmed in a pearly white that gleamed in the amber rays of the sun, Fenris’ flaming orb. Her face was small; her muzzle was held with grace and pride. She was smaller than most others her age; ten seasons, but her eyes held depths of untold wisdom, cunning, and intelligence. Deemed Lydair, she was Ge-Rad’s healer, and many knew her of so.

The hybrid inhaled deeply, but not thinking she would scent any of her close friends, nearly choked as a familiar aroma wafted past her. Shako. The femme’s eyes narrowed and she took a defensive posture; her tail lifted slightly and her muzzle raised. Her lips curled back in derision and a low, soft growl was carved into the buzzing air that whistled through the trees and shook her tree. The femme’s muscles tensed as she waited for the scent of Yelae to follow, but as it didn’t her growl slowly softened into nothing, simply an abyss of loathing that had hollowed itself within her bright heart.
Lydair relaxed and let her lips slide back over her jowls; her tail lowered but her graceful head did not. Padding forward stiffly, her cobalt fur began raising at the back of her neck- her hackles- and refused to lie back down. Sapphire eyes glittered as her pace quickened; their look softened and she sighed gently. Within her heart she knew how badly she wanted to see the white-coated male again; her mind refused and in the end her heart did too.


Slipping through the shadows, her slender form wove silently through the bracken and brambles, around the trees and over the soil. Shadows, those of things not yet blessed by the eyes of Fenris, would darken her coat and change her eyes to a beautiful and flashing silver. Suddenly, although Lydair knew Shako couldn’t see her, she was able to view him, and her heart rose before it fluttered darkly back down and hate –or was it sorrow?-; those corners touched by love struggled to maintain their original feelings. Her cranium cocked and watched with amusement as he spoke to the wind- but she realized he was asking it why she, herself, hated him. She did hate him; that she didn’t doubt at the moment. But she loved him; no matter how badly she wanted to forget the bright-eyed male, she couldn’t move on.

The half-Varg stepped from the shadows; orbs glittering darkly and again she took a more defensive stance. However, instead of standing still, she began padding around the male, glaring at him intently and growling in contempt. Finally sitting down behind him, her maw opened. ”Where is Yelae, Shako?” The femme hissed, dropping her head.

[Shakó]

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The white male perked his white auds to the sound oncoming him. There stood a small white female, her cyan coat oddly marked but matching her bright eyes. She seemed full of grief, along with sadness, and possible anger stirred in her heart. Her words were hollow and full of distaste, as she asked where Yelae was.

“Out in the pack boundries, I expect,” he replied in a non-important tone; for Shako didn’t follow her as she left the pack gathering. He frowned slightly, he had so wished they could be friends; but Lydair’s tone told a different story. “Tell me, I must know,” he began, his lips quivering. He didn’t exactly know how to approach the subject. Breathing in deeply, he took great caution in how he worded his next sentences: “what happened at the pack gathering? Why do you act as though you hate me? As though you hate Yelae? Is it something I‘ve done?” He stopped there, though he could have gone on. The fact was, he wanted to know what was going on in the Cyan Varg’s head. Whatever it was, whatever he did.
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[Lydair]

Lydair snorted in disgust, legs stretching out in long strides as she continued her aggravated walk around the warrior. Her glare never left his face; although she wasn’t aware of it, her limbs and ears were trembling. From what? From fear? Hate? Love? Her own mind, so swift and cunning, and full of wisdom, trickled with naught but an intense anger, pool of feelings roiled by Wolfbane himself. ”I’m surprised you didn’t follow her.” The hybrid snapped, lunging forward as her tail lashed. She stopped suddenly, growling at the male, but her mind whispered gently and she sighed softly and continued her plod.
She had a placid disposition, which she knew, as did her mother. The only reason she was not chased from the entire forest was that factor. But now it was gone, replaced by a broiling fury that began to course through her very veins.

She stopped again and began to walk towards him, her slender legs trembling still; her gait was stiff; her eyes were hard. She stopped several paces from Shako, anger flaring and her claws scraping at the raw earth. ”What have you done, Shako? Ask yourself!’ the femme cried, nearly recoiling at her own tone. She darted forward, swiping a paw close to his face, although she knew she meant no real harm. Her pace quickened now; her knees finally buckled to leave her own the ground, unwillingly to get up and content simply glaring at shako and fighting back tears. ”As though, Shako? As though I hate Yelae?” she snarled the final word, pinning her ears. ”I do hate her. And you?’ She looked down, murmuring to herself. ”Hate? Is it that deep? Do I hate you?” She grew louder in tone until she was sure he could hear her. The hybrid became furious, yet still she did not move.
She broke. The femme’s snarl bore down into great, panting sobs as tears rushed down her face. ”I don’t hate you, Shako. Don’t you understand? I love you. Love! And yet- that- that Yelae!” Her crying did not recede, but she began snarling. ”I loved you…” She grew quiet and refused to look at the Varg. ”Yet still… you turned away.” She looked up, but towards Fenris. ”I thought you loved me, Shako. But you didn’t understand. You’ll never understand, because of Yelae. I’ve lost a friend because of her.”

[Shakó]

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The wite male was becoming quickly confused as Lydair spoke once again ill of Yelae, her tone sarcastic. Her Cyan eyes bore a mixture of feelings, mostly anger. Her tone was uncharacteristically harsh, which made Shako’s eyes fill with surprise, at the very least. ‘What have I done?’ What have I done? Is that the very thing I’m trying to figure out? but her paw swiped at his face, with great power. Luckily, the attack fell short, she barely missed him. Her words ragged on, she looked as though she wanted to cry. Lydair ragged on, claiming that she hated Yelae, and to hear her trying to decide if she hated him, he couldn’t believe it. All’s he could do, was stand there, frozen with shock.

But then her words of furry turned into deep sobs. Now, he really couldn’t belive what he was hearing. Love? Sh- she loved me? “But I had no idea!” he protest loudly. “If I would have known-” but what would have happened if he did know? "I- I’m sorry, Lydair. I really am. I can’t help my feelings, but I want you to know- I do have feelings for you. Feelings identical to Yelae’s. Only, they’re much stronger for her, I can’t control them! I’m sorry, Lydair, by my heart, it wants Yelae.” Shako only pleaded with himself that she would not get anymore upset, that she would understand, finally, like he now does.

He could only do one thing now: comfort her. Stepping closer, Shako neared the hurt varg, even though she refused to look at him. "But please, Lydair, you're still my friend. you'll always be my friend, my friend I care about the most." He stopped, and thought even more. "But if you don't want to be my friend, well. . . I only hope you can reconsider."
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[Lydair]

Deep, ragged breaths tore through the hybrid as she stared at Shako, trying her best to balance herself and ease her breathing. Her eyes, once flaring with fury and hatred, now held only sadness, and love for the warrior. Her tail curled around her hind limbs protectively and came to rest on graceful white paws. The femme closed her eyes, the tears drying on her snow-like fur; her eyes, so bright and comely, had turned sallow in her rage. She was unable to look away; keeping her gaze trained on the male her maw quivered; her paws shook and mentally forced them to stop; her claws ground deep into the earth. Blood began trickling onto her tongue as her fangs, grinding together, sliced through her tender cheek, but the pain was shallow and the femme didn’t notice. Swallowing, Lydair let her tongue roll from her muzzle and her orbs, now slivers of pain from within her, closed and opened rapidly.

The male began speaking, his words coming quick and loud. The healer’s ears curled forward but pinned and she began shaking her tapered snout, her orbs filling with anger once again as he stopped short. ”No idea.” she spat, rounding on the male as she leapt to her paws shakily, swaying as adrenaline pumped through her. ”You had no idea what you were doing? But I’m sure you must have known with Yelae.” Lydair snarled. Her heart began hammering in her ears and she sat back, afraid of herself. What was she becoming? ”I’m a hybrid.” She laughed bitterly, not realizing she was speaking outside of the confines of her own mind. ”Of course it would happen to me.”

She thought for a moment she had regained control; that she could walk away and simply never trust the male again. Ge-Rad needed her; would she let a foolish male come between her and the duties assigned to her? But as Shako came near to her, talking softly of friendship, the femme exploded in rage, becoming a swirling mass of fangs and claws as she snarled viciously and lunged forward, snapping her jaws on anything she could reach and swiping out just the same. Leaping past Shako, she beagn her fitful trot around him, glaring and panting loudly. ”Friends?!” she laughed harshly. ”And be tricked by you again, he-Varg? I’m sure Yelae is your friend. She is the one you care about most. You’d give your life for her, wouldn’t you?” She already knew the answer, and Lydair shook her head. ”And to think!” she hissed with a laugh, ”Not long ago I thought I would do the same for you.” Her voice quieted and she sat still for a moment, but her breaths again came ragged and she glowered at Shako. As he continued speaking, she snarled; Lydair had had enough.

Lunging forward, she tackled the Varg, placing what strength she could muster and pulling it into her spring. The wolves slammed to the earth, and Lydair’s claws scratched. Whether at flesh, fur, or soil she did not know; she only saw Shako’s face and muzzle as she glared down. ”To think I loved you.” She whispered into his white ear. Drawing back her muzzle, her maw opened- to speak? To bite? She didn’t know as the feeling rushed through her. In the end, she broke away from the wolf, new tears streaming from her cyan orbs. Her maw came closer to his and she licked his muzzle, a final show of her love for the male. ”And to think you could have loved me…”

And then she was gone.

She darted backwards, into the shadows, and wheeled, nearly tripping over her own tail and paws as she rushed forward, headlong and at breakneck speed; her slender form wove and dashed through Ge-Rad- she was running, running from love and hate and Ge-Rad, to find seclusion. Her mind and heart told her he wouldn’t follow, but she closed the thought out, closed her mind, using her ears to spot the trees and her nose to scent the plants. Her lithe paws carried her swiftly away from Shako, away from the clearing that had caused her hurt…


(((To post in the Stone Castle in ‘Shallow Bearings’.)))

[Shakó]

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The large white male stood in shock, did he have an idea for what he was doing? No, it just sort of. . . happened. That’s all there was to it. But she spoke of being a hybrid, as if that’s why she thought he didn’t want her. Shakó’s mind worked furiously. It wasn’t because she was a hybrid, it wasn’t. Until now, he totally forgot she was one. Then again, he never really caught the scent of dog, not unless it was strong. For his nose did not pick up on light scents, it never has. His mind burning, he opened his maw to voice his reasonings, to tell her it wasn’t that she was a hybrid, but didn’t get a chance.

All of a sudden, the cyan femme exploded, her jaws and claws flying. Shakó felt her sharp claws scratch viciously across his right shoulder, and her jaws open and close over his left ear. The male gave a small yelp, backing away, but he didn’t get mad at her, he felt as though he deserved it. Being the gentlemen, or caring one he was, he didn’t raise a claw to her, to try and stop her. He would never hurt her, never.

And yet, she thought he was tricking her? No. “I wasn’t,” he tried to say, a little hurt, but frustrated. Lydair was twisting his words, something that made him, indeed, frustrated. He did care about her, he would gladly give his life for her, just like for Yelae. He wouldn’t have any second thoughts in his mind, he wouldn’t let anything happen to either one of them. But did he care about one more than the other? He cared for each of them deeply, very deeply. But it was his feelings that made him love Yelae. His feelings, not how much he cared for each.

As his thoughts battled on, caught by surprise, he felt a strong blow knock him to the ground. Blinking, he saw Lydair was on top of him, pinning him down, her angry face so close to his. He could clearly see the tears flow to her cyan eyes, the tears she fought so hard to fight back. Guilt pounded him once again, she loved him, yet he loved another.

The weight was lifted, and Lydair was gone. Still, Shakó laid there, alone with his nagging thoughts, but now understanding mind. He waited, to see if she would come back, but she didn’t. Laggingly, he pulled himself on to his feet, his right should and ear throbbed dully. He could feel the hot blood trickle down his white fur. Shaking his body like a wet dog, he then darted after the hurt Lydair, hoping he didn’t wait too late to catch her scent.
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