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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 3:29 pm
Draped across the tree truck Nako lay, his breaths coming out both slowly and calmly. His eyelids moved at an incredible speed, while his front paws twitched anxiously, as if he was trying to fight something. Obviously, he was dreaming. The dream couldn't be more pleasant. He was reunited with his old friends. Rin, Frenka, and even Akuma. They smiled at him and beckoned him to follow, as if wanting to show him something. Before he could chase after them, his eyes flew open and jumped up, alarmed.
Though he was caught surprised by the dream he expected nothing different. "It's been so long," he murmured. His gaze caught the ground, a sigh the first to leave his maw. "When was the last time I saw them?"
Surely it had been months, even years, since the last time he saw them. After his encounter with his nephew, he hardly ventured outside the Lunarie tribe. Sadly, he was still frightened of leaving the tribe, afraid of what would happen if someone who saw the fight recognized him.
He jumped off the tree truck as he looked around. Although he knew no one was near, Nako still made sure. He didn't want someone to sneak up on him if they attempted to. He was rather peaceful right now, even after the dream, and all he needed was for someone to ruin it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:16 pm
A black and white vixen had been prowling her way in the shadows for quite some time, knitting an intricate path between the trees and avoiding the sunlight as much as possible. Occasionally, her tail would meander its way into the incandescent light, making her silver tail rings shimmer. Her bracelets jingled as she continued snaking her way through the forest in a serpentine pattern. Her signature smirk was plastered on her maw, her black hair that faded into white at the tips falling over both her eyes rather than neatly kept over her right eye.
And her ghastly gray eyes bore a very lurid, unwelcoming gaze.
Her mind was mostly blank at the moment, which was fairly odd for Akuma. The only thing she was actually contemplating at the time was her close family, not the enormous extended one, just the close one. She longed to see them again; she longed to see Sheba, her mother, Frenka, her younger brother, Kinovu, her mate, and her kits, Kuro, Yuurei, Kutsuu, and Yoru. And she desired to see Nako as well.
Her smirk almost instantly faded and she faltered in her steps. She came to an abrupt stop, staring bleakly at the forest floor. Nako… How she missed him… She could no longer recall the last time she saw her adopted son. Her first son… The one she so callously abandoned when he pleaded for her to not do so. The one who she almost had completely forgotten once upon a time...
Would he ever forgive her? Would he be willing to greet her with a smile? Would he accept her apology?
Would she ever see him again to apologize?
Akuma bit her lip as the guilt suffocated her like it did so long ago… The thoughts lingered in her mind as she continued sauntering through the forest, her gait noticeably slower.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:23 pm
It was chance, to say the least, that his suffocating wonders were coming true right before his eyes. He wasn't too sure if it was either hallucinations or his bad sense of smell, but what he did know was that someone was prowling the woods at an unremarkable slow pace. At first, he thought someone was slowing because they saw prey; which he froze, unable to comprehend the thought of bloodying his paws at his attacker, or the other way around. But it struck him that no one was tracking him, because they would have already shot out at him, and when they didn't, he turned his head and looked around cautiously. He was aware that the pace of the steps was still slow, growing closer as he waited. He had no time to wonder, just pad in the others direction in what was, strange and common for him, utter curiosity.
When he did catch the sight of the pale black vixen, he thought it was another dream. Unsure of his own mind anymore, he just stared, unable to put together how she could have come at this time. He had stopped with his eyes beaming with little curiosity but everything of shock and confusion. Akuma was here, walking slowly with the same unwelcoming glance she gave everyone, even he.
He stared and opened his mouth, only echoing silence in his shock and slow working mind. He couldn't get over that one fact. She was here. Right in front of him.
And, with sadness, still looking sad and defeated like when they last spoke.
"A-" He paused, looking down at the ground, unable to rephrase or speak correctly now. "Akuma?" His voice was, if anyone could tell, hoarse and weak. His voice was something that changed over the year he had not seen her. Sounding much older than before, it was obvious that he had grown in voice and even looks. Now, he looked quite in between the ages of fox years. His young years were over, and surprising, he looked quite well and even better-looking than before.
"Are you...? Well, is it you?" She looked well-drenched of her happiness. Stress was something that looked to have taken over the black and white vixen. She had certainly grown older, he could see that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 6:03 pm
Akuma's already agonizingly slow stride came to an abrupt stop. Her gray, bleak eyes pierced into the blood red ones of the male standing no more than a yard away from her. She knew who he was; it would be utterly pathetic if she didn’t. Then why did she lack the ability to even mouth the simplest of words? She couldn’t speak. Time seemed to have come to a sudden halt all around her. At the moment, she forgot where she was. She forgot who she was. She forgot the very essence of her being. She forgot the sun, she forgot the fact that the air was harsh, dry, and cold around her, she forgot Yuurei, she forgot Kutsuu, she forgot Kuro, she forgot Yoru, she forgot Dorchet, she forgot Osoreru, she forgot their two other unnamed kits, she forgot Frenka, she forgot the rest of her family, she forgot the Akatsuki Tribe, she forgot how damned hungry she was. She forgot everything as her unwelcoming, gray eyes bore into the other male’s red eyes. She felt remarkably weak. Her knees didn’t feel like they could support her own weight, and she didn’t exactly have an adequate weight to begin with. She was thin, far thinner than she should have been, “a skinny, little wretch” as Dorchet put it.
She found her voice again, but it was hoarse and unlike her usual, fluid, crisp voice. This voice was coarse and dry, as if she had not drunken any water in the past month or so. “It is…” She finally replied, able to break his hold on her gaze and look away, down at her white paws. A hollow sigh escaped her throat. “You’ve grown much…” She couldn’t utter his name. Who knows? Maybe the last thing he wanted to hear is his name being said by her.
He was indeed older, much older. He had a few new modifications, but then again, so did she. She bit her lip. They were both older. They were both undeniably… Different. She had questions she wanted to ask, and a thousand more things she wanted to say, yet she knew that they couldn’t just rewind time as if nothing ever happened.
She deserted him. Nothing could condone that wrong.
She had committed many things that could be considered crimes in a sense. She had deserted her first son, she had left the rest of her family, she accidently had kits which she didn’t even want with another male, a certain ‘Daeva who she had grown particularly bitter towards, essentially cheated on her mate without really wanting it, and who knows what else.
She expected Hell to greet her before she died.
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