promises to breathe ||

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Night is still. Quiet - - soft and peaceful. Hushed, silent. Foggy, with a soft breeze constantly blowing from the sea. It was salty and pure for a breeze - - it smelled of many things. Fish, salt, bones, predator, prey, smells from the depths that Kladr could begin to understand. Things from the deep...
But the moon shone dimly through the fog and gave the male wolf a small bit of relaxation - - it reminded him he would never see a fate as such, would never go down to the darkest of the darks... The pebbles were cold and wet underpaw - - this beach, well, this part of the beach, it was not sandy, it was made of stone and pebbles, smoother the farther it went away from the water. The nearer he got to the water, the more the pebbles came to rest at his claws, at his paws. If not for the soft fog that night, the moonlight would have reflected off of the surface of the water, and the surface of the stone.
He sighed softly, laying upon the ground as if he couldn't possibly care that it would make his fur more tangled and matted than it already was. His fur, like many of the other wolves of the area, was that of a timber wolf, only it was light grey and streaked with dark brown and light sandy colors. It faded to white on his belly, ribs, legs, paws, chest, the bottom half of his muzzle, and the underside of his tail. His eyes were like the dark blue-black, the color of the wrath of the sea.
And that was Kladr for you.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 3:13 pm

The ebb and flow of the tide was a familiar sound. One of comfort and serenity. Within the deep indigos and blue black variation of the night's palette, tendrils of silvery moonlight extended from the heavens to frame the scene, and dance across the glass - like surface restlessly cresting of the waves. Shadow enveloped the land in a lucid, yet comforting cloak. A cape of billowing fabric that kept the air of untameable and unfathomable mystery as well as lethal insanity within its billowing form. The sand was pale with a vague irridesence against the usually cuerlean waters, and shifted to accomidate the sure footed and long gait of the demoness as she approached the waters for her usual night time trek. This cove was flanked by a pair of rocky spires jutting out from the land, a narrow path hugging their precarious edge until endless beach broke to the left, and an abrupt halt came to the right. And the waves freely crashed against the crags, as if not heeding their obvious presence, and filled the air with a refreshing spray of salty and cool water. The canine's nares twitched within the darkness, maw parting to pick apart the strings of complexities within the air.

Ah, yes. As she had surmised within the fallen and flattering effects of moonlight. A brute. And a lone one at that. Most peculiar. And yet, she welcomed the prospect of company, for her simple yet amiable nature would allow so, though her irritation came quick and her tongue was sharp witted and without conscience. He would have to do for conversation at this time, for he was her one and only option. Who was this mistress, you ask? None other than Zihna, my dear. A spunky, utterly proper, reckless young female. Pelt ribboning out before her form with a canvas of charcoal offset by faded greys twined about between and streaked within her stain, her specific species of Canis Lupis seemed debateable, carrying a litheness and lean muscle to her frame. And now, she paused merely a few meters from the beast, audits erect as she stepped more clearly into the pool of moonlight stretched across the terrain to eye him, irises consumed by the blackness of her pupil but showing a bonechilling jaded hue nonetheless.

Her crown angled delicately to one side in an inquiring motion, she allowed her gaze to slide across his form against the now slightly pebbling earth underfoot, due to the fact he had settled down into a laying position. Inquisitive as ever, a slow curl came to her jaw as she looked upon the Timber male, almost a smirk really as she forumlated a greeting of some sort. "I was unaware someone else had the very same idea to take a stroll to the beach," was her ultimate reply. Her voice was light and soft, and held a slightly lower octave of an alto as her banner swayed gently once at her rear. It was clear enough to be heard against the sound of the ocean at their paws, but still subdued enough to present caution and query to her simply statement. And now, all she could do was await a word from him.

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Cocky? No. Arrogant? No, no. Handasome to some, maybe - - the scar under his eyes, in the nick of his nose,gave him a bit of a sexy, ragged look. Kladr was more of a charmer, and he loved irony - - only the good kind, though. Not the kind that would back stab you and slap you in the face. He was more gentle in tone of voice and attitude - - calm, respectful, but brave and protective. Good for adventures if you could get the fun side out of him - - and maybe he was a bit of a charmer, too.
The soft sound of his voice - - though unused, it was more gentle and smooth, as deep as it was. There was a scratchy effect in it here-and-there, too. "Great minds think alike, you know."
And then he let the softness of the waves rush in and fill the silence.

;D Small post. x'D

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 4:07 pm

Zihna was an unusual thing. Complex nonetheless. Her whole demeanor showed of obvious sarcastic tones and a charming yet opposing and defiant air. A contradiction to her whole being, occasionally, straying form simple and graceful, to irriated and ruthless with only the merest of words against her ears. Hotheaded to no end and easily frustrated, her Native American name, meaning spins, would explain just the headache you would get when having to deal with her. Perhaps if you actually liked her for her, then maybe you could learn to enjoy her company. And this brute right before her did not know her at all, and was in for a treat, persay. They always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the femora might be seen as dashing on some prospects, but her physical appearance and appeal held a lethal draw, for she was ever the weary and would turn on you in an instant if cases called for so. Unless, that is, if you actually gain her trust. Ha, the prospect is simply amusing to imagine. An enigma. A puzzle. A labrinyth filled with out of the blue twists and turns. A wild goose chase. All of these are Zihna, through and through.

So now, looking upon the slightly scarred Timber Wolf at her peds, she was curious to his nature. From what she could surmise from his ravishlying sexy and rugged looks and his soft, husky tone which was ever so appealing to the quirky, flirty young fae ; he was more of the quiet type, and had a mask and a suit of armor if you will under those particularly handsome and appealing features to her taste. Oh, how she yearned to dig himself out of that shell he beared! But, for now, she must retain her air of mystery to reel him in. There was no sense in opening up to someone who would not do the same, no? And now, with a mission, the mistress allowed her eased stature to turn into a sit, relishing in the perfume of the sea that writhed about her own, floral fragrance and inetrtwined with his slight musk. Mind whirring as she kept her eyes affixed to his profile, she blinked, keeping her countenance with a slightly bemused expression.

"I will accept that was a compliment to both yourself as well as me," She began in that smooth tone of hers, quite different than his own, yet obviously showing her ease in the manner of vocal communication. She paused before resuming the short monologue she had put together. "Seeing as the night is oh so gorgeous at this hour, I shall linger here. Unless, of course, that does not appeal to you? I am Zihna, by the way. And what may I address you by?"

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He thought about how interesting it would be to have a night with another. Hm... that sounded a bit wrong to him, a bit too funny, in a way, leaving an amused smirk-like smile itching across his face. The moonlight seemed to enhance her features, and, even in the thick fog, he could see the outlines of the edges of her fur. Honestly, he couldn't exactly deny that she was physically attractive.
But he wasn't so sure about what was in there... He glanced at her chest - - his eyes looking to the soft fur that covered the area where her heart resided.
He didn't exactly get a chance to reply to her first comment/ He knew this night would be a restless one probably filled with talking - - mostly hers, probably, which he didn't mind because he longed for the voice of another at times.
But to share his past would be rather... disturbing, to him. But as long as she did not trail off to those subjects, he believed he would be fine.
"don't mind at all, dear." The smirk-grin was still there, but it slowly drifted away.
"My name's Kladr.." His voice faded off, once again, into the tossing and turning and pushign and pulling of the waves.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 4:45 pm

His name was a peculiar one. Her nose wrinkled slightly as she repeated it within the safety of her mind. Klah - deer ? Klah - dur ? Klah - something ? She hoped she could wrap her tongue about the peculiar title. And so, her jaws parted to speak once more. "Ah, well, pleasure to meet you, Kla..dr...?" Her tone hit an inquiring raise at the end as she had failed to pronounce his name without screwing up, like always. Zihna was no stranger to clumsiness. It was in her nature, one of her idiosyncrasies. As graceful and sure as she seemed, she was still reckless, and was prone to mistakes like everyone usually is.

With a huff, she slumped her shoulder vaguely, quirking a brow expressively in his direction as she spoke once more. "Excuse my bluntness, but how on earth do you wrap your tongue about that name of yours?" Of course, it was slightly in tease, and she allowed a smirk to spread in a controlled manner across her features. Maybe he could assist her in saying his name? He seemed to be the one to know. The sea was a comforting sound, filling the dim silence and causing the conversation to maintain a light and casual tone between pauses. Hopefully awkward moments would not be found this way, and maybe even prevented.

Shifting her paws against the sand, she sighed almost inaudibly at the splendor of the feeling. The sugary substance was soft, and the pebbles mixed within it added support and seemed to massage her paw pads rather than poke them the wrong way. She allowed her frame to glide down into a laying position, sprawling her torso slightly towards the shore rather then the water and arching her head back to watch him from her now prostrate form on the earth. Ah, it felt nice to do so in such a magical paradise. Her eyes fluttered shut breifly before opening once more.

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"Hnmm.." He started, then continued on. It was as if he were slightly drowsy, as if the sea wanted to lull him to sleep - - it had already blown a lot of the fog away, and the stars were clearly visible to all under them. There were millions.... Dim and bright, small and large...
"It would be Klah-dure."
At least, that was how his mother had pronounced it. He sighed and let the soft murmuring of the waves tell them stories for a while, laying his head on his paws and sighing out of comfort, his blue-black eyes inches from hers.
The moon was more prominent now, casting a watchful eye upon them and everything else in it's wake.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:23 pm

Zihna shifted slightly to gain better use of her diaphragm in order to attempt his correction This time, the name ran off her tongue more fluidly, but still retaining a vague hesitance. "Kladr," she finally managed, a look of bemused triumph molding to her features as her plumey tassle gave a slight wag of appreciation to his assistance. She watched him, head cocked once more, and prodded his side with a curious paw.

"A penny for your thoughts?" that seemed like an eloquent enough question to spurr some sort of response from him aboung his being. So far, she only knew what she had surmised about him, and he ahd given her little to work with in order to figure out his persona. Curiousity flickered dangerously within the jaded depths of her optics. Answers where what she craved, and he was making her close to weaseling them out of him in a more unpleasant manner - by obnixious inquries of course. Her audits flickered slightly in hopes of catching his response.

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Those dark blue eyes, as if from the very depths that he feared, narrowed and slowly closed. A ring on his paw - - scratched and gold, it was one of the keys to his past... literally. THe scar between his eye-nose area was from that past, too... Images flashed in his mind and he felt the threatning sting ofblurring tears.
"I'm sorry," He whispered to them all.
And he truly had been.
And it truly hurt.
He cleared his throat and shrugged, realizing he had droned off a bit too long. His past was not a road he wanted to walk down - - no, never again would he do so... He hoped.
"I'm rather... dull in the past." He wasn't the best of liars, either, which she could probably tell by now. "Hmnn.. What about you, instead?"

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:57 pm

An almost pout - like look come to her visage in a rather dramatic way as she rolled her eyes. Goodness, he was being so droll at the moment. She needed to put some life into the darn male. At his return of the question and his answer, she could surmise something was up. Heck, he made it so obvious. She smirked at this before replying. "I was just deciding on whether to do....this!" And with that, she lept to her paws and sprinted toward the oncoming surf with a spring in her gait and her tongue lolling from her maw, and since it was rather close, she didn't have to dash for long.

Wading in with a series of leaps spraying droplets of radiant water into the silvery lit air, Zihna stopped once she was rouchly up to her flank in depth before calling out to the brute. "C'mon Kladr! It feels so nice ~" She rumbled with amusement as she watched him, tongue slightly visable as she panted slightly from the mad dash. Audits perked, she waited for him, paws holding against the sand beneath the gently rolling waves.

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Kladr gave her a few unsure glances before he gave in. "Oh, alright."
He pulled himself to his paws, not even caring to shake the rocks out of his pelt as he made his way for the water, unsure of what kind of beats haunted their depths... He could feel the current lapping at his paws already, sending shivers down his spine. Ah, the waves were calling to him, it seemed..
He answered the call by following the female in with a small grin.
The water was cold, sending shivers all throughout his body - - but it was rejuvenating at the same time. Relaxing, calming, refreshing, and exciting all at once. It had so many emotions...
The water was odd - - it made him feel a little bit lighter, and he knew that when they got out of the water, he would probably feel as if he were still in it. The waves just had that sort of effect. Thousands upon thousands upon... thousands of years of sand and bones and kills and minerals rested under his paws as he looked down to watch her unfold into some kind of new beauty - - she seemed to like the water, a lot.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:25 pm

Once he had gotten in, the mistress let out a satisfied snort before pushing off, launching her frame into the water and using her paws to paddle about. It didn't look quite graceful or attractive, but revealed the quirky, playful side of her contradicting personality. With one inhalation, she dropped her paws to the sand beneath, and dunked her skull down into the churning depths breifly before resurfacing with a small gasp, shaking out her now soaked fur with a broad grin. Noticing his blue gaze on her pelt, she cast a wry, almost flirtacious glance his way, cocking a brow. Everything seemed heightened against the silvery tendrils of moonlight along with the effect of the water droplets, and he did look most handsome in the light - scars emulating a bad boy look along with his quiet and good - natured soul. She chuckled breathily at the thought, flicking her tail at him and spraying some water towards his visage.

And now, the cold set in, a brisk breeze causing her to shiver involuntarily, smile dissapating into the cool evening air as the frigid water caused her pelt to tingle numbly. Shifting to warm up her muscles, she sneezed lightly, appreciative to the refreshing qualities of the dip, but now finding the after effects rather unpleasant. Audits swiveling back, she turned towards the brute. "I-It's rather cool...Don't you think?" she chattered.

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He himself had done some quite fun little dives to the deep, surfacing with a shell on his nose. He came to look at his nose twitching, eyes a bit large and animated. Then he sneezed, as she had done, shivers contracting throughout his whole body. He brought his shivering form over to hers, cold, wet fur, tangling among her own as he pressed his body to her smaller one for warmth - - for both of them. "I uh... I have a cove... If you'd like to sleep there for the night." He said softly.
The water had come to more of a stand-still. It was hat time after the night's height when the bugs and mosquitoes came out because the breeze was no longer there. And in this time, he thought of his home - - a small under-water tunnel that led upward into a cavern of sorts... THere was a land-entrance, but it took longer to get too. He usually only used that entrance after he had cleaned himself and gotten out of the salty water of the ocean's blue.
He looked down and back at the female, eyes softening.
"It's warmer in there."

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:47 pm

She found herself engrossed in observing him as he dove. Once, twice, thrice. She chuckled to herself at his appearance, shell perched atop his nose before sliding back into the water with a plop. And she in no way was prepared for his actions as he made his way over to press his equaly shivering body to her own, almost melding them into one as wet fur tangled with each other. A less guarded look of utter surprise and relief as she hesitantly pressed back, sighing with contentment as warm spread delicately through her frame, just enough to cease the quaking slightly, though she still shook considerably. At the thought of a cove, she allowed a ghost of her prior smile to weave across her maw, looking up to lock her gaze with his own.

"The idea of warmth and a companion for the night is quite agreeable," She breathed into the salty air, and indeed it did. Exhaustion from ehr day was finally hitting her, and she would find nothing more enjoyable then to nestle within a sheltered place with this attractive male. Did she have true feeling like that towards him? Hmph. Not that easily. If he truely wanted her heart, he'd have to keep at it. Zihna wasn't one to fall easily. For now, she would stay elusive and out of his grasp, just enough to make it a game for her, and a challenge for him, if he cared to pursue it.

"Lead the way, then~" she murmured, eyes flickering with a teasing air as she awaited for him to guide her to this cove. She tried to fathom what on earth it would appear like, and decided to leave that to when she arrived, curiousity piqued.

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Kladr moved forward, his large body cutting through the water - - he was moving diagonally towards the shore, but it wasn't only because he was heading for a massive, cliff-like gathering of dark earth around a part of the beach that had more forest-like dirt the had emerged on top of the rock. It was away from the area of which Zihna had approached him - - which he was ever more grateful for each and every moment. As he moved through the water, he checked momentarily to make sure she followed. ( hope you're okay with this, it seemed a bit powerplay-y to me :c )
And he got closer and closer to that mound of earth, or rock, of stone. It was more of a cave than a cove, for after they dived under the water, they resurfaced into something beautiful - - the cave of which was large enough for more than just those two, but cozy and warm for the sun had warmed it earlier that day. A small pool of water - - freshwater - - cast flickering blue lines and light across the ceiling. Bats fluttered above, and a tunnel - - not the one they had entered in - - led under ground. That tunnel, he knew, would arch up and into the more forest-like area that had been surrounding and crowding that part of the beach.
Kladr shuffled those large paws of his, giving his fur a shake or two and setting onto the dry floor, splotched with salty drops from his shake. "It's not really much..."
He paused, sighed. "But it's my home."

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Wed Aug 22, 2012 7:08 pm

And to think she thought the beach was magical. The cavern in which he resided emualted a mystic quality - the reflections of the freshwater pool, the underwater entrance as well as the above, the fluttering of the bats. Zihna was in awe as her paws met the stone floor of the space and she hauled herself up into the warm cove. Compared to her prior state, the place was utterly heated, and a contented sigh profusely escaped from her maw. She was loathe to move, but the pool beckoned her, and she paded over to lap up some of the refreshing liquid to coat her parched tongue before turning to approach Kladr once more.

"Not much, you say?" she rolled her eyes, "Goodness, Kladr. It's beautiful." And it truely was. She smiled vaguely at him before her gaze wandered. She still had not tooken it all in - every time she looked there seemed to be even more to see.

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There is was again; that warm, doggish smile, spreading across his face. He glanced around his home, memories washing over him of having been alone for far too long. It only widened his smile, though - - she was here. He wasn't alone... at least for now. And maybe... Maybe she would stay? If he asked her, maybe... Yes. He would ask her, but not now.
his voice was sincere when he said it, too. "Thank you." It echoes quietly around the cavern.
A shroud of fear coated his heart, for fear of losing her all too quickly. He sighed, a happy one - - a hint of a whine at it's edges. Was that a yawn in there too? Hm. Must be tired. He sat, crouched, lay, pushing his paws out in front of his body, and leaned against the wall, laying his head on his paws. Wagging his tail for her to come close.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Thu Aug 23, 2012 10:13 pm

And with that, no further words needed to be muttered. Zihna allowed that vague smile to linger as she curled up within the half circle his frame provided. Almost instantly warmth spread across her pelt, and she raised her skull to look at him, debating a move for a moment before performing it. In one swift movement, she flicked her tongue out to run it down his crown before nimbly pulling away, pulling her cranium close to her torso to prevent him from reaching her, a coy smirk on her maw.

Was she developing affection for the male? Of course. She closed her eyes, a fluttery realization coursing through her. And soon her thoughts dissapated into memories of the last string of events and promise of the new day upon the rustling wings of the bats as they swooped in and out of the entrance to hunt. Dreams dragged her under into the realm of slumber.

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Kladr felt a small wave of affection cross over him as her tongue rasped over his fur. He sniffed letting out a happy sigh before resting his head on his paws and curving around her in a more comfortable position, his nose touching the side of her neck.
And then the soft, far-away lull of the ocean's singing tugged him into a deep sleep, of which the bats above gave leathery flaps of their wings to join in with.
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fdkugyfrguh I didn't know what to write |D

You wanna do a wake-up post? o;

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Fri Aug 24, 2012 5:24 pm

Sure c':

xx

Sunlight sent tendrils of golden light into the earthen entrance to the cove. The angle of the rays caused them to be rather comforting and warming than annoying, and so the demoness did not awaken until a bit later, her fatigue dwindling before dissapearing altogether - glossamer threads of her dreams hanging within the corvers of her vision. Maw peeling back to rupture with a massive yawn, she was loathe to stirr, seeing as her new found comapnion was curled oh so comfortably about her. So instead, she turned her crown to watch him within his slumber, a genuine curl coming to her lips. He looked so peaceful, handsome features prominent against the restored light, and she could finally get a better view of him in a just as flattering setting.

What to do to stirr him without jarring? She mulled this idea over, audits flickering every so often as the rolling of the water from the aquatic door lapped against the stone of the cavern. The bats above stirred only ever so often, seeing as they where asleep on their perches, and the slightest of birdsong could be discerned in the air. HEr jaded eyes blinked once before she settled on an idea.

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty ~" She teased in a low, bemused tone, breathing her words softly into his ear as she craned her muzzle back with aid from her neck, draping her upper torso across his shoulders to reach. Her banner flicked his flank slightly simply due to her contentment as she awaited the slightest, tell tale flutter of his eyelids. Hopefully this would suffice for a pleasant wake up call.

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Kladr had been dreaming of golden sunlight filtering through the air, light, twirling dust bunnies billowing aorund the edges of his vision and all around him - - and Zihna. Her tail, her banner of exceeding beauty, brushed against his flank, and he moved around, on his back, leaning up to touch his nose to hers. His cold, black, wet nose. How lucky he was!
The sound of the waves was so lulling, so soothing - - it only added to the dream-like effect of their paradise.
But wait. He could really feel this. This wasn't a dream. It wouldn't be. Had he really seen things that way?
Indeed, he had. Fearing rejection, his heart made rapid, fluttering beats in his chest, and he pulled back slightly, not quite sure what to do.
And yet the waves urged him on, and he did what he could only have thought, have dreamed, of doing.
He began to spill out the soft, tangled threads of the spider web called his past.
"I was born in a group of rouge-wolves, son of the Leader. I guess I always had it hard, having so many expectations to live up to, having to kill others for no need. They used my loyalty to their own advantage. But it didn't really start that way..." He sighed slightly, a whine in the edges of the drifting tones. And then his sigh faded into oblivion, and he had to continue.
"It started like any small pup would have started. With a kind mother, and a brave father. It was hard being on their own, having once been a part of a pack and trying to make a start in the wild - - the true wild, the dangerous kind, on their own. My father tried as he might have, but to no success. He eventually met up with the Leader of the rouge group, and, being the brave and powerful wolf that he was, my father made it through the ranks of the Rouge-Wolves quickly.
And then came the day when the Leader of the Rouge-Wolves died, and the Rouge-Wolves fought out of hoping into becoming the new Leader, trying to desperately earn respect or power. But my father already had that, and he took advantage of this, and he became the Leader. Over time, the brave and caring father had become rather sadistic and dark.."
Dark memories and reminiscing thoughts passing through Kladr's thoughts, and in his eyes, he saw his mother with her nose bent down to touch his and his sisters' in a hazy, golden-lighted den.
"Then I was born into the world with three sisters by my side. My mother was ever so happy, but my father looked down upon us four pups, as if displeased. He seemed happy with my size, though. He constantly spat at his mate until one day, when the pups were old enough, he banished her. Over the time of having become Leader of the rouges, my father had become heartless and had other females to attend to, other pups to hate. I was his first-born son, and I constantly had to push myself to great extremes to be the best of all my... half siblings. He seemed to love them all the more, though. I got in a few battles, got a few scars, over contests in which my father organized to see who was strongest of his heir. I tried to care for my sisters that cold leaf~fall, but I knew it would be hard. I taught them to hunt the best I could, and they did;; they made it through leaf-bare."
And then he saw new images in his mind, and a cold ache tugged at his heart. He saw his two sisters, Valentine and Birdee, laying side by side on the beach, as cold as the snow around them.
Unfortunately, it was't without losing two of the sisters;; Valentine and Birdee... Then is was just me and my last remaining sister, Luna.
That was when our father stepped back into the situation, and told us to do "war-duties." Of course, this meant making their bodies known to the other wolves of the Wolf-Rouge group. I didn't like that, having my father mate me with females that good "fighters " would come out of. I saw his own sister get pregnant with kits, but at least she had a loving, kind male, who stood up for her and killed any male who tried to mate with her - - and our father didn't seem to mind it, anyway. I was happy for her, but mourning for myself, watching female after female..."
He paused, sobbed, whined, pawed at the scar on his nose. He saw pups traveling around a busy camp that should have been around him. He should have seen his sons' and daughters, seen their eyes, what color their fur was.
"...plead before me as I cried inside myself. I would whisper to each of them 'I'm sorry...' before my father forced me to go on - - by brutally beating me or the females... He knew I was soft, and didn't want anyone hurt. I never even knew many of their names. Never knew any of my pups' names.
"Then came the day when my father had abused me enough, and there was nothing left to give. So then my father started taking his rage out on Luna, my poor little sister, my own sister - - while her mate was out hunting.. I couldn't have that happen.
I didn't want to let that happen. I was old enough now, about a year and a half, to take care of myself on my own. I stood up to our father and slaughtered him in front of the rouges, and then Luna's mate returned, and I crowned him the Leader, for he would make a peaceful rule."
His old vow echoed in his mind. "Never again will those I love be threatened. Not for as long as I live."
"I left the Wolf-rouges... And returned here, where my other sisters had died."
And then he let the waves rock his shivering, large form about, and he had to lean on Zihna before he possibly fell over and cried.

Subject: Re: promises to breathe || Fri Aug 24, 2012 7:15 pm

The warm, affectionate gesture was enough to cause Zihna's heart to flutter with unexpected shock and nerves. Was she really feeling this way? The feelings where so fresh, different from ever before. Warmth spread under her fur as a low rumble, maybe reminiscenet of a purr? emitted from her vocal cords, and she met his eyes hesitantly. And suddenly, he spoke, and she was cast into silence as his monologue began.

Throughout his story, she felt as his torture and pain was his. As if his love for his sister was her love. And that every trecherous event his father inflicted upon him struck her core, and she was stunned into silence as he finished, leaning against her for support. She nudged her muzzle beneath his sagging cranium and choose two, carefully picked words to speak to him. "I'm here."

And at that moment, she swore he held that same affection for her as she did him. For she believed that no one else knew of his history and tangled past but the witnesses and the dead because of it. She felt closer to him than ever before in their escapades over the last day they shared, those hours, those minutes, those seconds. Those strings of moments tied together. And for once in her life, she actually wanted to be there for someone. To support them while they grieved, to listen to their words, to comfort, to love. To be with. And it scared her and excited her at the same time.

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Moments, memories;; they passed, they flew by. He knew this one, this one would be another one, because he knew he was falling in love with this female, and wanted to stay that way... forever. To pause that moment, that memory. To live in it forever. Pausing time wouldn't be bad...
But they could be forever happy on this beach, in their paradise;; maybe even raise their own pack together. He would have a real family then;; even now as she was already becoming a part of it. They were already becoming a part of it.
He took a few, shaky breaths. All those memories melded into two, simple words that slipped out of his being as part of a howl that echoed around the cavern and made the walls tremble softly.
"I know.."

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And no words needed to be muttered then. It was him and her - them. And the silence that ensued was one of comfort and affection. She pressed gently into his side, breathing in his musk contentedly as her eyes fluttered closed.

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So far away

Quietly, his howl went on - - and on and on. A soft longing in his heart was there - - even if she was there with him already. The lighting in the cavern dimmed slightly, as if clouds had covered the sun lightly. Tis was them. It was their love. It was their place...

This time, this place
Misused, mistakes
Too long, too late
Who was I to make you wait?

He pressed against her and, he too, breathed in her scent - - sweet, so sweet. Light, airy, sweet. It was all he knew now. All he would ever want was her because, after all those Appologies, maybe this love would repair him. Fix him. Make him happy - - that he knew it would.

Just one chance, just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know
You know, you know

And the dust in the air swirled around as he howled - - making soft wisps in the air. They drifted thorugh the dim light, and then he turned and he had to look at her because it was so... It was such a dream. And this one, well, it had come true.

That I love you, I have loved you all along
And I miss you, been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if I don’t see you anymore

He stopped howling and watched as it - - the wisps of dust in the air - - moved away and slowly drifted down to the ground. He turned, gave her a light rush of air on her cheek, and then he continued with his eyes closed.

On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you I’d withstand
All of it to hold your hand

His tail ran along her back as he sat with her, and it soon traveled to find her own valiant banner. He entwined, he twirled. Maybe they could become one...? For... Forever?

I’d give it all, I’d give for us
Give anything but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know
You know, you know

A soft, gentle question tugged at his mind, at his heart. It kept tugging and tugging until he shifted his position and turned to look her directly in the eyes. Down to the core, so that he felt that their hearts could somehow... touch.

That I love you, I have loved you all along
And I miss you, been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if I don’t see you anymore

Fear at rejection tugged at him, too; but he knew this had to be right. It had to be forever... at least to him. He moved his tail and touched it to her cheek, her soft fur melting into his.

So far away, been far away for far too long
So far away, been far away for far too long
But you know
You know, you know

He stopped howling once again only to murmur eight soft words. " I love you... Will you... be my mate?" He let a soft silence fall through before he continued.

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say...