Schatten: Ahh she was a fierce lover, her teeth had found him more often then not and he was a bit sore as dawn broke. Still the day passed, and the second night, and he became used to her rough loving. She laid a strange claim to his body and he in turn tried to brand himself upon her in a like fashion. He chuckled as he brought a rabbit back and the sun slowly crept into the narrow den. "Have I worn you out at last pretty kiara?" He dropped the rabbit before her.

Kiara: She raised her head and bared her teeth. "You only wish you have," she growled, both haughty and laughing at the same time. In truth she was feeling a bit less inclined to leap up in challenge as she had not so long ago. She remained laying where she was, letting him bring the meal to her. "I cannot fault your feasting of me, though," she admitted, already salivating.

Schatten: "I have enjoyed much of your company, yet I still do not know what brought you to me. Have you no inclination to share what is certain to be a most interesting tale with me?" He grinned at her trying to use his own charms as effectively as she seemed to use hers. He moved the rabbit infront of her and hem plopped down himself.

Kiara: Her appetite seemed to seep away as he asked to know what she could not tell him. Her plans were her own, not for the knowing by any but herself. But this was not the first time he'd brought it up, nor would be the last. "I was born in the north," she temporized with ancient history. "Marked by the snow bear, or so they said. "She indicated the odd markings along her back. "When I was old enough, they cast me out."

Schatten: "Why would they get rid of a pretty thing like you? Was it that sharp little tounge, those lovely teeth, or those vicious claws?" He tried to keep it light sensing that she was displeased by his line of questioning. Still he was no gentleman, and he was most curious about this fair beauty. It seemed perfectly alright to press her if it would yield answers to his curiosity. He was ever after things to sate his own desires after all.

Kiara: In truth, this touched on deeper issues that not even Cherna had bothered to touch on. She wasn't sure she was displeased to have it dragged out of her in lieu of the real topic or not. "They considered me cursed. That I would bring the wrath of the ice bears upon them. So they cast me out to walk with them." She turned her gaze away from him. That time was painful, and had made her the hard and determined wolf she was today.

Schatten: He listened curiously and found that she could probably be as fierce as any bear if she wished. Still he doubted she would find it a compliment, females were so delicate when it came to emotions. "Do you miss them still, or have you come to enjoy a life without such foolish superstitions and prejudices?" He tilted his head his ruby eyes meeting hers.

Kiara: The muscles across her face and around her eyes hardened. She turned her defiant gaze back to him. "They cast me out, as I said. I had no place among them... and thus they have no place with me." Her chin was high, posture stiff. She dared him to deny her this, to tell her she should value her family more. Even deep in her heart, they were her family no more. All that remained was Chernabog, and the whelp Khorrigan. They were all she had left.

Schatten: "Naturally, you are wise to make your life your own pretty Kiara. You are obviously far too clever for such a pack of fools, besides your ferocity and passion for life are quite unmatched from what females I have seen. I am glad they drove you away to where you could have a better purpose, and I am more then glad that my path crossed with yours." He smirked at her rolling onto his back and gazing up at her with a chuckle before leaping to his paws.

Kiara: She watched him with vague suspicion, expecting mockery. No sting seemed hidden in his words, however, only further attempts as smooth flattery. She frowned, vaguely uncomfortable and feeling increasingly grouchy. He'd touched on a nerve she'd kept sutidously out of the picture for a long while, and she did not thank him for it. She swatted at him in irritation when he pulled his puppyish antics, rolling and leaping with more energy than she felt she could expend currently. Uneasily she wondered if something ailed her, to make her so sluggish. Shoving to her paws, she shouldered him aside and paced outisde.

Schatten: He wasn't surprised by her swat, he was used to her roughness now. She amused him, and he tried in turn to amuse her, but she seemed to hold some darkness within that did not allow her to laugh honestly. Her coy little smiles were often enough but now she did not even offer that. He watched as she shoved past him his eyes narrowing. He sighed and followed her a few steps. "Ah forgive me Kiara, I pried where I had no right. Come vicious one and let me please you again..." He tried to coax her thinking of his own pleasure as well. He frowned and sat down his eyes darkening a bit as he sighed. "I renounced my past as you have, I am sorry to bring up unpleasantness."

Kiara: She stood gazing into thin air, bristling for very little reason. Even his offer at further dalliances had no appeal to her. Some twinge of instinct within whispered promises, but soft, so soft was the voice! Surely not. Surely not so soon! She shook off her thoughts and turned to give him a narrowed, intent look. "If you knew what it was you pressed for, why did you do so?" Not the lover now, she was the proud she-wolf. "I have told you my story, now you tell me yours." It was a demand, an order. Not one for asking, was Kiara. She required pain for pain, as well as pleasure for pleasure.

Schatten: He gave a soft grunt, but he supposed she deserved it since he had pressed her own tale for his pleasure. He had known it would be unpleasant but as usual he hadn't cared. Well now he was being forced to pay the price. It wasn't a good feeling being bested by a female, but this female was unique he soothed himself. "I was born far to the south...go far enough and the wolves start to look a little different. Looking different is never a good thing, everyone expects things to look the same. I was born among a pack, except I was the different looking one. My mother dallied with a wolf from these areas I suppose, a northern brute. They drove me off, said I was a hellspawn, would taint the pack with my darkness." He snorted. "Fools..."

Kiara: She regarded him with something she had yet to grant him. It wasn't much, but it was very clearly a faint inkling of it. Respect. She had not expected to find a wolf of her own mold, one who knew her story from the inside out, at least the start of it. Without realizing she had moved, she found herself closer to him once more. "Fools they be, fools they remain, but their loss is our gain," she quietly chanted, not sure where the words welled from. She leaned into him, one kindred soul offering solace to another. "No?" It was said with a light-hearted flip, her turn to try and lighten the mood with a smile. Never would she admit, even privately, how close he'd touched to the wolf she once had been. But for now, in this moment, she let the shield down, the bravado drop just enough to allow him to see the shared experiences that could bring them close. For now, she'd allow the closeness, but even in this moment of vulnerability, she did not lose sight of her goal. He still was only a tool, but now a tool she understood.

Schatten: "Indeed, and in meeting you I have gained much...but come lovely one, our shared time is drawing to a close..." He knew he would need to leave soon, this strange moment in which they had bonded made him eager to run off again, to be free of memories. He didn't want to share anything so deep, he wanted to give her pleasure, take pleasure in return and leave her as he found her. "Let us enjoy the night secluded from all but my stars." He winked at her the red pattern on his back seeming to shimmer with the health of his coat. He'd make her see stars all right and soon he would be off, perhaps never to see her again, or perhaps he would cross paths with her again someday soon or far.

Kiara: Though it had not the appeal it had several nights ago, she let him coax her back into his den, to partake of his affections, the rabbit long forgotten. She lacked the ferocity, the driving need of their previous encounters, but allowed herself a more languid and relaxed attitude, savoring what seemed to be coming to a close. She wasn't absolutely certain, but with each passing moment uncertainty was melting away bit by bit. But time enough to contemplate that on the morrow. For now, they had the night.