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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 23, 2009 22:09:20 GMT -5
It's funny how we're born only so we can die Yet so many fight so that they may live But in the eyes hides the fire And in your heart lays the key Eternity isn't all that far away
Some wise, sentient entity once said that the eyes were the gateway to the soul. That the spectrums were in actually, beyond the array of simple coloration, but were encrypted messages that only a scarce few could decrypt. The intricacy that revolved around the optical was, at best, sheer speculation, but there were a handful of others that opted to believe this statement was one of many embryonic truths.
Hypothetically speaking, if Danger was a believer of such inane assumptions and pious legitimacies, then what did one see when they gazed into his eyes? Would they see something swimming in a limitless ocean of self-inflicted agony and umbrage? Or would they shiver to find them void of the notions of right and wrong, their cherished morality concerning good and evil nonexistent? Or would they uncover the ogre, the fiend who stole babies from the arms of their mothers and whisked them into the night?
Most looked at his visage and quickly averted their stares and he was under no impression that it was because they knew hsi reputation - not that it didn't play a significant part when encountering others. It was more so because unlike them he was better, he was whole.
Standing against the summer's eve, glaring listlessly into the vegetation was this intolerant male whose eyes were like none most would ever get to witness in their lifetime. A pure, milky silver shine that shifted with metallic grays and white mist. Tanslucent rays filtered through the boughs that rattled overhead, showering him with leaves and the spoils of spring as he prowled the woodland that was designated specifically for loners. So why was the mighty Alpha of the Desfir stealing away into the vagabonds territory?
Because he was looking for potential? More like looking for a target...
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 23, 2009 22:31:25 GMT -5
Sky was a bitch in all aspects of the word. She was alone because no alpha in his right mind would put up with her for longer than about two minutes. It was all good though, she was able to stay out of someone's hair, and no one was constantly messing with her. Submission was something most all wolves came by naturally, and Sky was no exception to the universal rule. Even the most dominant of alphas were once mere pups within a pack. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
See, Sky found a need to 'belong to' another. It wasn't as if she needed to be owned. No, that was for the dogs. Those worthless creatures that were not of the natural way. The gods had no control over those...things. She was laying in the last bit of sunlight for the day, completely aware of her surroundings. Behind her and out of site, there was another wolf -- male by his scent. For now he wasn't a threat. The loner wasn't stupid. It's not as if she didn't know the ways of life. The law of tooth and claw was something she knew well.
That was most of the reason she was here. She had no scent on her fur but her own. She had no companions, but after being on her own for so long, she hunted well enough. Well, she hunted small prey well. The fae hadn't hunted with a pack in nigh four years now. If tested on the spot, no self-respecting alpha would take her in. The only skill Sky had was her fighting prowess. She was not a wolf to be messed with when pissed off.
But that was neither here nor there as she laid on the beach; the last rays of sunlight warm on her pelt. Then again, warmth was not something she ever needed, for she could pull the fire from her core to the outer world. But, that meant little here and now. All that mattered now was that she lie low, try not to piss off any nearby packs -- no matter how far she was willing to go to join one -- keep tabs on the wolf nearby, and stay alive. Well...that's what she thought anyway.
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 23, 2009 22:57:22 GMT -5
Ears promptly absorbing the multitude of notes both canine and other entities of little purpose aside from consumption could be discerned. One scent among them was of relative distance and would take nary a few minutes to close the existing proximity between him and what he could interpret as a she-wolf. His paws moved in mindless succession, the cadenced motion sending taut sinew and tendon rippling beneath his tick-ridden coat in hot pursuit of the infamous forest trickster, otherwise known as the female wolf. His shallow rasps took gulps of its stale odor but soon tasted fresher, more recent activity northward and he quickly padded en route of her.
Tongue lolling over his black lips and swallowing mouthfuls of crisp evening air he could taste her on the winds and distantly realized he was also scenting for the presence of males. The habitual act was discontinued for it wouldn’t matter one way or another if this nameless bitch had a male counterpart or not, his intentions were not so clear-cut.
The burly wolf thrust his corpulent mass through a blockade of vegetation and barely registered the shift of loam to the faintly warm granules of sand beneath him. It wasn’t hard to spot the figure basking in the remaining ribbons of sunlight as it dove behind the crested mountains. It was here at the edge of the forest that the Alpha took pause for observational purposes. He was under no illusion that she was ignorant to his presence, how could she not sense the otherworldly being that slid his silvery eyes across her inert frame?
Her physique matched that of the typical vagrant, sufficing on ones own strength was difficult when provisions were scarce and despite the warmer climate in contrast to their terrible winter, the game trail was still somewhat stale.
Now how was he to approach her? He was supposed to be cordial, promoting himself as well as his home to his nomadic kin. Danger grimaced at the thought having never been particularly fond of mindless banter or any banter for that matter. He hated situations such as these. While meandering freely in the unclaimed territory his authority was no longer valid, had it been he would have waltzed over and asserted himself. But this land was specifically left unaligned for the sole purpose of scouting out these noncommittal canines.
"You're not going to get any warmer lying there ya know." the sentence even to his own ears was awkward and almost cliche in that sort of boy-meets girl sort of way.
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 23, 2009 23:13:42 GMT -5
Sky took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So much for lying low..." she muttered darkly under her breath. It had been a long day, and it was only going to get longer. She had a hatred for her own kind rivalled only by her need to be with them. It was unclear within her mind which she hated more. She flicked an ear. The dog was headed straight for her. Great. Her first hope was that he was just another loner like herself but that thought was quickly dispelled.
Loners were few and far between in lands with prey like this. Granted, she hadn't seen any big game lately, but life could be much worse. She, herself, had eaten only hours before and was quite content to just laze the evening away. Right. Becuase that was totally going to happen now. Another sigh was emitted from her maw and she turned her head in the direction of the male.
She didn't have to wait long. He appeared only seconds later. Brow raised as she took in his general appearance. The brute carried himself tall, with a fairly sleek pelt. He looked well-fed. Or...as well-fed as he could be. Sky rolled her deep blue eyes. Great. she thought. A pack wolf. Just what I need. By his scent and stance, she figured he was high ranking. The dame had been a loner long enough to know it was his place to speak first. This was on unclaimed terrain.
The lyrics dripped from his maw with a false sense of security. He seemed innocent...almost. is eyes told a different story entirely. She raised her head and the tip of her tail flicked. "There is no reason for me to use the sun's heat to stay warm..." she stared at him another moment. "I suppose you have a better idea?"
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 23, 2009 23:29:01 GMT -5
She looked undernourished and mangy – albeit he saw the vast majority of his kindred in the same ignorant light. Danger gave Sky his interpretation of a impassive stare, nonchalantly in carriage as he seemed to lean against the surrounding woodwork, content to survey at a distance. But in truth he was struggling mentally on how he should be conducting himself. Being very much unaccustomed to anything that didn’t involve him being even the tiniest bit antagonistic Danger was trying vainly to adopt his brothers amiableness.
Fleetingly he saw the recognition sweep across her features although he couldn’t discern whether she knew who he was or if she was making an educated guess on his rank. Assuming the latter and giving her the benefit of the doubt he eyed her with a wary, almost thoughtful scrutiny.
“I doubt I can do anything to improve your heating conditions.” he said brusquely. Yes he couldn’t do anything about that at all now could he? A white elemental that couldn’t much less stand against fire let alone conjure it at will. Thankfully this was his best kept secret.
”However if we’re talking living arrangements I’m sure I’ll be able to provide something suitable.”
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 23, 2009 23:50:19 GMT -5
Sky was fairly unconcerned about the male. He wasn't going to do her any harm, and there was no reason for her to treat him any particular way outside his lands. Slowly, she sat up to get a better look at him. Her body was lithe, though thin, and used to its max on most days. Today was no exception. Several muscles groaned as she flexed. As a bitch, she was used to such things.
"Heat, I have not a problem with, dear sir." She nodded her head in mock submission just as paws and tail tip caught on fire. Well, it looked like she was burning, though the heat didn't penetrate her derm and no ash fell to the ground. The fire had little scent except that of smoke. In a sense, it burned in her core. She had taken her internal heat and created flame, something she was quite proud of. However, it was tiring, and many times the flame had to be used to keep herself warm. It was her life force basically.
"I don't know, darling," she smirked. "You don't seem enough to provide for a dame like me." Her smile became a mischevious grin. I wonder how far I can push him... She pushed herself to her feet and easily padded toward him.
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 24, 2009 0:16:10 GMT -5
Sky had a rather affable temperament as it were; she parried his comments politely enough and did not seem put-off by his countenance. So far this socially discomfited chap was succeeding in this capricious game that would hopefully incur a new member for his pack. The sole reason he was making this gesture of benevolence was only so he could be better than that ludicrous assemblage his brother deemed worthy as a pack.
The multi-toned wolf fought against the mechanics of his emotions and their ensuing effects as they battled to take place over his deadpan visage. The thought of his brother was more often than not met with this soured facial expression and cut-throat brevity. He didn’t know how many wolves were at Thanatos’ beck and call but Danger could estimate it was more than he wielded at present. This discomforting factor had incited the wolf to become more proactive as of late, routine patrols and other duties he’d been negligent of since the split of the brother’s birth pack.
It was the shift of atmospheric pressure that invoked his rapt attention as a numbing rigidity enveloped him. His pupils dilated as they were watched the flickering light dancing along the blunted tip of her tail and her petite paws caught fire. The routine urge to douse her flames sprung but he locked himself in place, any reaction to the blaze would be just cause for inquiry and he refused to let his secret become a piece of common public knowledge. No one was to know he feared fire and couldn’t use it.
Tilting his head higher he observed her with an air of superiority, expressing himself as unimpressed by her display. ”Oh so you’re a fire lily.” he muttered as though she were only one flower in a bouquet of the same, hardly worth a second glance.
The soft shuffling of her paws churning the sands as she crossed the miniature dunes toward him made Danger was more concerned that she hadn’t extinguished the flames as she drew closer rather than her nearness to him. Danger purposefully loomed over the two-toned Snapdragon, tail erected in the same fashion as it would be had this meeting occurred at his border rather on the sun-bleached sandy beach of the nomad lands. His nose hovered mere inches from her own, his stare mordant but silently provoking her to act against him, oppose him, insult him, give him one reason to act aggressively so he could end this inane rouse. He wanted to drop this ‘tolerant’ and ‘congenial’ façade and let his true colors be known. Anything that would mean he could rid himself of a possible threat.
”It’s summer turn off the heat and be civil like the rest of us.”
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 24, 2009 0:37:56 GMT -5
No way was she going to let this brute get the best of her. "A fire lily? Oh you're too kind, honey. And there I thought you were flirting." She shrugged and donned a smile. He was trying to intimidate her, to provoke her. "But, my uneducated friend, the correct term is Snapdragon, and by no means am I trying to impress you. I have better things to do with my time." She smirked. It was true. She could be licking trees, that sounded much more entertaining that speaking to this dull male. He was no different than all the others she had met over the years.
They tried to be charming and nice, but were really idiots who believed themselves better fighters than all others. Sky had dispelled several such alphas in her past. She stopped directly in front of him. He loomed over her, but in these lands, it was one for one. He had absolutely no power here. Her tail was erect and her chest out. This particular dunce wasn't going to intimidate her in any way. After all, the only thing he had that she didn't was a pair of balls and a home. For now, she wanted neither of these things.
I don't know... she thought. A home might be nice. Her eyes stayed locked on his, slowly getting lighter. It was easy to guess why that was. The more excited she got, or the higher her blood-pressure got, the lighter shade of blue her eyes became. She was nearing the spot where many were blind. A home would be nice. A place to rest, a pack to hunt with. There was safety in numbers, every animal on the planet knew that. She continued staring at him, her eyes trying to bore their way to his soul. What was underneath his fake charm?
His last lyrics dripped like music to her ears. This was becoming interesting. Slowly, the fire at her paws and tail-tip disipated. "What's the matter, pup? Are you afraid of a little fire?" the only real insult there was he was called a pup. It appeared to become hard for him to keep up the charm. She smiled and stepped closer to him without actually touching him or giving him a direct view of anything that could kill her if he got his teeth on. Her muzzle slowly went above his, showing dominance.
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 24, 2009 7:02:01 GMT -5
Flirting, with her, him? Had this female been spellbound and not taken a good look at who she was speaking to? Danger’s thoughts could be effortlessly plucked from the contortion of his facial features. Perhaps the Desfir’s tyrant truly was as guileless as some thought, or perhaps he merely found no probable motivation not to illustrate the repugnance he felt toward the female in that moment. His only ambition was to seize power and it was to that exasperation that he left the surly bitch draw nary an inch closer to him.
Whatever the case she had crossed over from her prior position and loped before him with the twinges of blue enhanced by a nonexistent light. He could feel a heat emanating from her, though not the smoldering tendrils at her paws but the foundation where that inferno sat. Warmth he could not replicate even had his life depended on it.
"What's the matter, pup? Are you afraid of a little fire?" If only she knew how accurate that singular statement was…
The even slant of his muzzle became a landscape of furrowed foothills as his brows knotted together in the initial pulse of her remark. The ire swelling in him was met with an equally warm reception and he permitted that sensation to progressively fill his every fiber until he bled with that pungent animosity. This territory was not under his regime, her actions though derisive would typically go without reprimand, however the enigma in this fraction was Danger who willfully took her blatant acts of challenge to heart and struck out at her.
With Sky keeping her muzzle higher than his own the Alpha lashed out with a guttural snarl and lunged forward with his mouth wide to bite at the tender underside of her jaw. “Speak too freely and you’ll get that tongue ripped out, bitch.” She couldn’t protect her throat while doing this action and even if she were capable of producing a Skychaser speed she couldn’t stop him from latching onto her jaw and encircling it with his own.
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 24, 2009 14:48:14 GMT -5
Sky was completely unafraid of the brute. Yes, he was bigger than she was. He was male. He was obviously dominant wherever he called home. But Sky had a thing about her personality that many didn't realize: she could take the same crap she dished out. This was one such moment. Oh, it hurt, but pain is merely part of the game Sky played with most wolves. How far could she go before he couldn't stand her anymore. The dame figured she didn't have long to go before he walked away and never looked back.
His teeth around her jaw was something she almost expected. She had taken quite a leap when she decided to assert dominance. She absolutely hated being in a controling position. She much rather be controled. His teeth on her was something she would sometimes long for. It was a welcomed pain. Her eyes closed and her tail lowered. It felt free almost, to be under the command of another. It felt as if the world was off her shoulders for only a few seconds.
His next lyrics brought a smile to her face. It appeared she was going to have to earn a name. That was fine. She was perfectly capable of earning anything she wanted. "So this is the alpha of Desfir?" she asked, her voice quiet. After all, they were close enough to touch; there was no need to shout. "Bitch? Well, if that is what you wish to call me, my lord..." A smile played at the edges of her lips. He could take the title two different ways. He could hate it, which is what she was intending, or he could like it.
Then again, he could probably see that she was being sarcastic and then expect her to treat him as 'her lord'. That would only sufice to piss her off, but he could probably do it. Gently, she tried to pull her maw from his grasp. If he held tighter, she wouldn't dare move an inch. He could kill her from this angle if he got the right shot. "Forgive my mouth, sire, I'm not used to being dominated." Suddenly a thought struck her. "Hmm...and to think, you sounded as if you were offering me a home only moments ago."
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 24, 2009 20:42:51 GMT -5
This was a scenario that the male naturally adjusted to, Danger looked physically comfortable with the hostility as he held fast to the supple fleshy tissue between his teeth. The sensation was thrilling, sensing the convulsion of her esophagus as it drew in oxygen and expelled it, as it bowed away from his lethal molars and vibrated as the female spoke to him. He couldn’t care for whatever words fled the she-wolf black lips – moreover they would fade into background music as he fixated on the cadence that her blood made in the veins that throbbed along his tongue.
What mystified him was the female’s response to this compromising situation. She seemed equally contented to have herself held in this fashion as he was pleased to perform the act. Most wolves would cower instantly and begin their piteous whining to placate him, but not Sky. The Snapdragon actually relaxed into his grip in the same manner as a pup still to the jaws of its mother encircling them. He felt her muscles tensing, a silent request to be released from his grasp. This invoked a growl from him, reverberating through his corpulent chest and driving itself upward on the draft of expelled air only to strike the throat in his mouth and transfer the vibrations.
His eyes rolled up to glare at her, administering the weight of those silver orbs as he withdrew from her with obvious reluctance. “I am your lord from here on." he made this a declaration and knowing Danger he meant it in all seriousness.
"You try my patience you best expect I’ll seek retribution for such derision and disrespect.” he retorted crossly as he took a step into her once more. Danger’s tail had never waned from its position as he brushed his burly body against that of the smaller female and the expectancy that lingered in his eyes demanded she submit to him.
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 24, 2009 21:58:13 GMT -5
The entire situation was hard to comprehend. Well, Sky was hard to comprehend in herself. Afterall, how often did one find a dame like her? She was standing with his jaws locked on her throat. With ever pulse of her heart she could feel his teeth against the major arteries near her trachea. But, it didn't scare her. She was comfortable. There was almost a sense of sadness as his maw left her derm. She nearly regretted pulling away, but she'd never show it.
Sky had better ways. She knew how to get him riled up. Question was, would she do it? Stupidity was not something she usually had, but the fae could use a little right? That is...until he spoke again. His words meant several things to her. Firstly, it meant he was claiming her as his own. It wasn't the usual way an alpha accepted new members. That generally just came with some agression, a show of dominance, and toleration. She felt more as if he were taking her as a prisoner, a captive, a slave. Sky could tell by his very presense that she had absolutely no choice.
Very slowly, as if it were physically painful, her head bowed. "Yes, my lord." The bitch could think of nothing else to say. It was all that was needed. She was accepting him as what he said. She was accepting her place beneath him. Ok, she was almost accepting the inevitable. That didn't mean the dame couldn't put it off a little bit longer. What's wrong with a little procrastination?
She wasn't quite ready to give the 'white flag'. The idea of giving that scared Sky like nothing else. That was the ultimate submission from any wolf. The white of the underbelly was never supposed to be seen. Sky had the distinct impression this brute was going to force it eventually. That was something you couldn't turn back from. It's like promising your soul. The idea sent shivers down the dame's back. Still, she could put it off. He was expecting submission she wasn't ready to give. "I have a name ya know..."
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 24, 2009 23:00:00 GMT -5
Danger had never been one to be labeled platonic, in fact he was its direct opposite and the neurotic alpha made no gestures to change his demeanor for the sake of any. Sky was no exception to that psychological consistency. This region may not be his to influence but he dared to have some underprivileged canine to give him lip about it. Those foolhardy enough to oppose him would find there were things far more terrifying than in this realm than in the afterlife.
Eventually she conceded with the inclination of her dome in a unenthusiastic and stiffly performed motion of compliance to meet his governance over her. This battle that she had waged had seemingly come to a disappointing close. He’d made a brief summarization of the curt female whose vacillating outlook on dominance and submission were vague even to her.
Danger had expected more of a resistance from the cheeky bitch but it would appear as though he would get no more resistance from her this night. He couldn’t speak for the days to come, whether she would test his patience and toleration or if she would merely fall into the role given to her. The latter was highly doubtful but one never knew another until they lived with them right?
Seemingly placated he gave the subtlest of nods, momentarily appeased he’d not ask her anything more until he was back in his element and out of these lands. Distantly he heard her speak and thought to ignore her but responded.
”Yes and I have an interesting disability that blocks out the stupid shit others tell me.” Danger had circled around her at this point and was roughly nudging her in the direction he had come. ”I'll call you whatever I want and you’ll answer me, got it?”
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Post by ♫ §kY ☼ on Jul 24, 2009 23:22:09 GMT -5
Sky glared at him, her normal bitchiness having returned. It was really the "oh no you di'ent" expression, but that's beside the point. Now he was just being an ass. She wanted to submit to him. She wanted to prove her worth in his eyes. She refused to admit to herself what she wanted. The fae knew though. It was pricking and prodding at the back of her mind. How annoying it was... She couldn't get away from it. That feeling, that need. It was there.
It would probably never leave her. Well, until she fulfilled it. Finally, she relented. Sky needed, wanted nothing more than to please him, to prove herself to him. It wasn't to be, and she knew it. Sky could never be good enough to have an alpha truely proud to have her around. The only thing she could do was fight, verbally and physically. It wasn't that much of an attribute when thought about. Hunting seemed to be much better. If she thought, for one instant, that she could ever get a word of praise from him, she'd probably be the most loyal and trustworthy wolf he could wish for. It was the knowledge that she couldn't get even a second look from the brute that spurred her next lyrics.
"That's what you think..." a smirk crossed her features. How far can I push before he leaves me alone? she wondered. "You will call me Sky. Nothing more and nothing less." With a flick of her tail, she walked in the direction he was pushing. Her tail and head were held quite a bit higher than would've been even tolerable for most alphas. This particular male was treating her like a servant, dirt beneath his feet. She was showing him that she was almost his equal.
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Post by »[D]anger on Jul 27, 2009 11:18:39 GMT -5
A growl bubbled upward and rattled his teeth as he listened to her words spinning with their sarcasm. Danger had already determined that she was going to be a difficult wolf to meld into any semblance of a pack oriented wolf. He was just contemplating how long it would be before he gave her something to truly bitch about – judging by her lack of respect he had to assume this event was coming very soon. She was on a one-way sleigh ride to hell with no brakes and the driver didn’t much care to keep to the safety of the road.
The tyrant didn’t tolerate such deliberate impertinence for his authority and acted appropriately or at the actions that followed were his adaptation of reprimand. His growl gained volume as his lips parted, the unrestricted gurgling finally escaping into the open atmosphere as the male bent his head lower to her flank. Jaws parted and he caught a whiff of her gender against his tongue, she wasn’t in season but the pressing scent lingered there as it did for all females. This wasn’t worth much thought and Danger barely blinked to investigate the smell as he fastened his mouth around the base of the offending tail.
Typically an alpha would refrain from injuring his followers since it would lower their value to him. Danger made it a point not to care in such times when violence seemed the most plausiable action for wolves who couldn’t control themselves. He would rip the fur and flesh at the base of her tail as many times as she acted out against him until it was a permanent band of his teeth. ”I'll call you whatever I damned well please! I am King here not you. And unless you're looking to lose this you'll put it between your legs and start running."
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