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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 10:57 pm
A snarl ripped through him anger finally riding out over his usual desire to please her. He growled and towered over her the dominant male within him saw a haze of red. This wasn't his mate, this was the female who had killed his pups, his bloodline, and joy with her cruel carelessness.
"Leave this place then, if nothing here matters to you, if you see the lives you helped to create as mistakes. You seem to make your mistakes over and over though Necrala, maybe something inside you wants a life of love and family more then you think." He growled his eyes narrowed on her coldly.
Already he dreaded what explanation he would have to create for Millanna, while his first three children had believed tales of their poor sick mother all alone in the world he knew that Millanna would try and find Necrala, and he would be damned if he let his sweet daughter be poisoned by her mothers cruelty.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:13 pm
She fought to match his gaze, his height, the venom in his snarl, but fell short. Green ears sewn back against her skull, she eyed this wolf who she had never before seen. And such an offer! Were she not staring him back she may have laughed. So long had she told him to leave, and now how the tables were turned.
She should have taken it, accepted his final goodbye with great haste and made back to the solitary life in the hills. And she would have, were it not for the last strike he took at her. That crossed her line, though to anyone it would have seemed the kindest thing. They were not meant to happen, temporary moments of insanity. What she wanted was peace and solitude, though her actions seemed paradoxical to such an ideal.
The femme leaped at the large wolf, jaws parted and clicking. She would beat some sense into him if she needed to. Why did he make things so difficult? Why did she loathe him and seek his company? It always would end the same.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:18 pm
Musketeer whirled quickly, he had always been faster then her, or at least as fast, it was how he had managed so long ago to keep up with her frantic paced attempts to escape him. How strange now that he should want her gone, but truly how long could he be expected to drink her poison?
He snapped at her furiously confused and enraged, why did she continue this game? Why did she provoke and attack him now for giving her the freedom to leave? Inside his heart leapt hopefully and the primal male within told him to keep her, to keep her close forever. Yet did he want to? His soul felt ravaged, how much longer could he fight before he fell? As much as he loved her, he too wanted to be loved in turn. It was his pups who had loved him, and to bring Necrala into their lives once more when she might only hurt them...unthinkable.
He leapt then to pin her, but for what purpose even he did not know.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:31 pm
They kept up a great round of it, snapping and dodging and snapping once more. She fueled by her rage and he his own, though inside she was out for blood. She knew she could match him, could overcome him, she knew she could be stronger. But almost every time he used his speed to evade her, adding to her disappointment. Everything had turned out damned because of him, she knew it had to be the reason. She herself could not have done such damage to herself to fall this far.
But that's what she was, self-destructive. And that's what kept her lunging at him, taking a hit of teeth and sometimes delivering her own back. If she kept at this, it would clear the fog in her mind. She would pick a side and have it be.
Spinning about, paws contacted with her chest, pressing her back against the cold dirt. "Damn it," she swore, thrusting her neck out to snap at nothing but air. Defeated but not subdued, she felt her tail curl between her legs shamefully and she growled at Musketeer, his silver face illuminated in the night's light. She didn't want to stare at him, to look at him, to be in this position. Things always ended the same.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:38 am
"Stop this!" He finally snarled out when he felt her beneath him she was wild and he struggled to remain calm. He had to be calm now, and as much as it hurt he had to be firm, he might love Necrala with all he had left of a heart...but she refused to love him.
"You will leave now..." He finally murmured he had tried to glare but he couldn't hide the hut in his eyes, the desire for her to stay was so strong. Why couldn't she accept him? Accept the love and family he wanted to give her? He longed to take her back and show her how strong and smart and protective their son was, how charming and quick their daughter was, and Millanna still growing and so full of boundless energy. He could imagine how Moranna would react, the utter joy her face would show at getting to snuggle against her mother.
He shuddered and backed away from her slowly the images fading, the painful memory of Moranna's anger and departure. So very much like her mother that night angry, defensive, and running away instead of staying to solve the problem.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:30 am
And surprisingly enough, she did. Silent but still staring defiantly at him despite her compromised position, the femme could feel her heart throbbing in her chest after that exertion. He was closer to her now than he'd been for months, and she couldn't decide what to think of it. 'Disgusting, degrading, estranged...' She thought inside her head, pressing down thoughts of otherwise feelings. Whatever had brought her here in the first place she had forgotten.
Necrala watched his face drop, once more so familiar and almost consolable, like a pup's. The wounded eyes so.... pitiful. Detestable. Nauseating. She didn't want to be here, and her face grew once more stiff, eyes back to their perpetual glare. As the wolf stepped away and off her, she could still feel his weighted paws, his musk on her fur. Slowly, watching his retreat, she rolled onto her side, almost unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before her.
Rising to her feet, the femme shook her coat, starting off in the direction she had come. But she hesitated, not even turning back before asking tonelessly, "Why did you do it?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:59 am
Musketeer watched her, it was hard his legs trembled with the desire to keep her with him, to make things work. Yet, things would never work the way he wanted, not unless Necrala tried, really tried, and accepted that he did love her. It was a foolish fantasy a desire he had held so long so blindly.
His head slowly fell unable to watch her leave again, his heart beat sluggishly as his ears fell back miserably. Her voice still reached him though and he frowned softly. "Everything I ever did...was because I loved you, I loved you and I wanted to make you happy, and give you a family to show you that love." He backed away slowly uncertain if he could fight her again, now that she was almost lost to him she seemed even more precious, even more fragile, like the last gasp of air a drowning man knows he'll ever get.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:14 am
Staring blankly into the trees and brush beyond she listened to his answer, ears pricked back as she listened to him. Defeated. The sound alone should have made her chest swell up with confidence and pride, knowing that at least for now the enemy was subdued, that she'd no longer have to watch where she'd walked.
But it didn't, and it was more the lack of feeling and grip of her senses that frightened her so thoroughly. The uncomfortable feeling that she had lost this battle despite the outcome, was making the wrong choice. But that was impossible. She didn't want this, to be tied down to one she knew could be cruel, who could be demanding and who could love her. It was a preposterous idea. God knows it was not the life she was meant to have. But God knows she shouldn't be around either.
Necrala turned her head back towards him, ears pulled back and eyes blank. "Don't. It's bad for your health." With that she started away, sickly coat catching the moon's light to reflect on festering patches as she descended into shadows.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:31 am
He felt himself tense at her words, that was laughable, he had been trying to banish his love for her since their first litter. He couldn't help his heart, the way he couldn't banish her from his mind no matter how much it hurt. Would he ever love another, another who could erase the memory of the sickly female from his mind? It didn't seem likely, if he still loved her after all the agony she had caused him.
"I know..." He murmured unhappily and watched her quietly sitting, his eyes pained. He leaned forward slightly before slowly sitting back his breathing stopped for short bursts.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:43 am
Necrala ducked her head to slip under a low lying tree, brushing against the bark momentarily before slipping off into the thick brush that lined close to the pack land's edge. All that she could hear were her own footsteps, willing them to drown out his last words but once again the world failed her. The femme surprisingly felt her own face fall and she sped up, leaping over a low lying briar patch to avoid the thorns that snatched against her coat and paws.
Only when she felt their slight sting did she remember her own blood back in the Akiiki Chibale pack, her reason for chancing this visit. An incredible part of her head thought about going back, but she shook her maw firmly, that would be suicide. She was beat, and another meeting with Musketeer would be the death of her. A weight seemed to lift as she slipped past scent marked trees and into untaken lands and the sounds of the night came back to her, made her aware past her mind. Growling alone to the rude intrusion but relieved at the break Necrala set off into a lope to the west of the lands, back towards her forgotten den for at least a light sleep.
[Fin]
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