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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:37 pm
It was time.
She hated the city, hated being within, near, with eye sight of the compound. Her nose could catch the vile smell of the humans here, and her ears were attent to the sounds around her. She moved in the coming night, the mist and shadows enveloping her frame.
Her eyes glinted, paws touching the ground lightly, silently as she moved.
She remembered her time as a fighter well, and used it to her advantage returning here.
Now, however, she brought nor smelt of fruit for him, she carried something else deep inside this time. A want to relinquish his own chains, as he helped her break her own.
"Cellen," she called out, while maneuvering through the night, the alleyways to stay out of sight. She didn't know if she could handle capture again, being taken away from the world outside she had been born into, loved, and been stripped away from. She felt enslaved in the city, by them, the two-legged merciless beasts. She held in a snarl though her lips curled, fangs glinting then dissipating as she called his name again.
"Cellen-"
Where was he?
As she walked, she then strode softly, her nose catching his scent nearby.
When she saw him, his demeanor, she smirked, held in the smile. The collar around his neck infuriated her.
This settlement, these creatures, were barbarians.
"It's time to get you the hell out of here. Let's go home, Cellen."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:13 pm
"About damn time," he sarcastically retorted. A fanged, wry grin stretched across his maw as he nonchalantly approached the female.
Reisx's scent filled his nostrils with her fragrant aroma that was uniquely hers, and, close as she was, he could almost feel her body head like fire on his skin. The female feral had won his affection without effort, simply by being who she was. She had his feelings skittering inside him as no Mokai had before. The moment itself was magical and he knew then, with absolute clarity, that she had already claimed his heart, that it was hers already. It needed but the one touch to bind him to her, time without end.
Cellen said nothing more. He leaned forward and kissed her. The taste of her her fur was sweet on his lips. He stared at her, as if no one else on the island existed, a long silent moment of vision.
His orbs of ocher melded into what he swore were silver hued eyes-- they were distinctly hers. Somehow or another he felt as if he was getting lost within the moonlight as its rays filtered through the boughs overhead caused her features to radiate with an unrivaled flawlessness. Cellen burrowed his forehead into her soft, sweet smelling fur. Rather coyly, he maneuvered his maw upwards and tenderly nibbled at her ear and gave a tug.
"So, what's the next trick you've got lined up, love?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:23 pm
She wanted to say she could come back another night, if he felt like he could behave himself, and be a more proper Mokai to her, but his eyes, and his voice, were something else entirely. As a fighter, after she was over the devastation of being caught, for a time she prided herself on her strength and speed in the ring, her pride was like none other she could compare. But there was Cellen, and something about him was able to break the boundaries she had placed up in her heart and spirit, and find something within her, good, affection, things she did not know she was capable of anymore, not after her history.
Letting her tail curl round herself a little as he leaned close, when his tongue gently touched her cheek, she, for a moment, had her instincts say 'pull away' but, she refused. Cellen could be, and was a brute, but so was she. But they were a part of one another, and could open doors.
And tonight, she would open the gate.
As he tugged at her ear she let a smile slip, and she knew he loved making her show her softer side, teasing her, but it was all fair in love and lovers quarrels, play fights and teases as they were.
"Tonight," she said softly, her eyes settling on his. "I'm taking you back, we're going home."
She couldn't take the distance anymore. Not after what happened. Not after she felt responsible he had been captured because of her.
"You ready?" she asked, pulling away, taking to the shadows.
She smirked, crouched a little, watching his eyes, gestures, "or can you not keep up?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:06 pm
A curious rumble rose from out of his chest. With Reisx there was always something in the works and she was full of surprises. Somehow he had expected her to lash out a witty comeback that oozed with sarcasm but, for now, she seemed to oblige in the few displays of tenderness that he mustered in the accompaniment of onlookers. For now it seemed that only the scattered stars strung throughout nights tapestry of darkened blues were attentive watching the romance unfold while even the night itself held its breath.
After having saturated her ear with slobber, Cellen pursed his lips thoughtfully as the female pulled away. 'Ready' only scratched the surface when it came to defining how he felt.
For so long he had vigilantly endured the hell of the fighting ring, seeing mankind's darker side which encompassed cruelty which he never would wish any soul to taste of, and being held hostage as a slave-- a captive who was simply a disposable object.
Although man had forgotten its divine creation, those of fang and claw lived and breathed their praises, their hopes, and their fears under its creator's guidance. While man walked blindly, the feral Mokai, as well as a plethora of other creatures, was led by the loyalty it had for its kin and took each step with faith. Perhaps one knew not of where they would be lead but its integrity, its trust, never wavered in the one who saw and gave all.
What lay ahead—the future? What awaited him there? He tried to still the flow of his thoughts, but they rose up in the thrill of the unknown. Cellen was left with the same unanswered questions restlessly clawing at the back of his mind while strung out with the looming suspense although he embraced what was to come.
He was ready and waiting.
"If you run as slow as you talk then I don't think I"ll have a damn problem keeping up," he smirked. A broad grin stretched across his maw infectiously.
"After you, love."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:14 pm
She watched him then, as he seemed to let the moment sink in, to let himself try and rid himself of everything that happened perhaps? But how could he? Reisx knew not the extent of what he had endured while here, while she had been beyond the fences and gates, beyond the trees, but she did know that every night when she howled up towards the moon she sounded as if she mourned the loss of the most treasured companion anyone could hope to find in the world: their counterpart, their fire in their heart, their love.
True, it was hard for her to say, though not for him, but she felt it so deeply, she hoped he knew it.
She grinned at him, smirked and then took off running. Although it had been quite a while since she had been trained for a ring, she had kept herself fit in the wild, in the expanse of beauty beyond the human grunge.
She nearly hoped he could keep up with her to the gate she knew was unoccupied at this time, she had watched for a while, and now was their chance.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:00 pm
Soon they were running, counterparts reunited, the night and its star-scape forging a deeper bond between them. The north winds drove the storm clouds on, and as the light leaked away, the sky overhead grew velvet dark and hung with a greater audience of gathered stars. By the time nights elusive shadows had come, the moon was lifting into the sky and soon the condensation of dewdrops were guttering and bright under her reflective light.
Cellen's lips split in a wolf grin, chuckling. He looked up into the tree, traced the crescent shape with his gaze. Lifting his head, he inhaled deeply-- silent thanks, for now at least, graced the night for what it has blessed him with and what lay ahead.
A new emotion tugged at his heart that soft-stepped along the guided path with an unfamiliar tread-- it was curiously sweet but frightening too.
A wreath of mist exhaled from out of his maw and encircled his muzzle. The wind was at his back, rustling against his thick guard hairs, while it licked at his paws with haste if only to urge him onward. Although life inside the Huntington Settlement was not ideal, the only upside seemed to be that the countless brawls and training sessions which he had been consumed by had managed to keep him in outstanding physical condition. Admittedly, it would have been embarrassing had he become a cesspool of pudgy poundage whose heart was unable to pulsate properly.
Running beside her, Cellen glanced over mischievously towards the female and gave a wink.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 5:46 pm
As her paws pounded against hte pavment she kept a sharp eye to the windows they passed. Though dark, she knew well that not all humans slept well into the night, some stayed awake for hours, some with their Mokai, training them. Hers had, and he had let a single smokey white stick jut from his jawline, the end of it aflame like a hot coal.
But she saw none like that and kept running, the gate was close.
The chain link fences to their left meant it was around the corner. They were deep into the territory of the humans who walked bow-legged after consuming horrid smelling water that wreaked from their mouthes.
"This way," she said quietly dodging into a dark alley, quick on her paws and she heard nothing here, as they came to a fence liked with chain, a gate in the middle she stopped just before the building ended, her chest heaving.
There was a good twenty foot gap between them and the gate.
What the humans didn't know, was she had already concocted a trick to just beneath the right inner half, she made sure it would give way under a certain pressure.
Turning to look in his eyes, she let her breathe still.
"There's just, one more thing..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:52 am
The cloak of nights concealment had done well thus far in proving to be a reliable ally. Their pelts all but replicated what the sky itself would convey if there was no moon nor stars that hung within its vast domain. Mimicking what nature had intended, Cellen's instincts honed his his structure to become etched with an elusive presence as his form soared through the shadows, rising and falling with each powerful stride.
He made no reply. His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her, nostrils widening as he recorded her scent, and searched for others. Emotion tightened his chest, shaped what felt like a stone in the pit of his stomach. He had hung onto hope as a drowning man might grasp a floating spar as the sea washed over him.
But he came to conquer, thrive, and prosper. But, now, standing here with her, Cellen came to rise-- to rise above and soar. He had been boxed in within a small fragment of the world, locked and thrown away. It was at the hands of someone else that his very conception, his life, was being painted into a picture whose image lacked in reflecting the life he idealized. The criticism for his desires had all but bombarded his ears which only gave the Mokai a silent affirmation that the time was near. No matter how much time he had invested in preparing himself for this moment, it felt as if he was caught off guard to this strange sensation. There was a rekindled sensation that surged through his veins that sparked a hint of fear yet, within its midst, he had never felt so alive.
He slowed to a careful stalk as he crept beside her. His ears pivoted, taking in the sounds that chorused the captive city. As she turned toward him, the male knitted his brows slightly although it was quick to dissipate into a coy smile that tucked at the corner of his maw.
He leaned in slightly.
"I don't think its time for the victory celebration just yet," he commented. There was a playful underlining that latched onto his words. His tone was hushed and bore a roughness while its touch could be mistaken for a velvet ebb.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:30 pm
Reisx would have rolled her eyes, nipped at his cheeks and turned tail to let him chase her, but no, that was not what she was speaking about, nor referring to in the slightest. She merely shook her head softly, eyes looking at his, "No, it's just," she said suddenly stopping, looking at his form. He was still larger than her, his shoulders were broad compared to her form and gave him the edge of height and weight, but she had speed, she would remind him of that once they were out.
Once free.
She stepped towards him then, letting her side gently touch his, facing one another, she peered up to him, leaned her head again him and felt the awful thing touch her ears. She let them fall back, and she turned her head upwards.
The way he leaned towards her made his neck close enough she could grasp at the collar with ease, and she grasped it tightly, her fangs pressing into the leather as she pulled on it near the metal buckle, yanked hard and then ripped it away from his neck.
She watched as the fur that had been beneath it automatically began to spring upwards like fresh grass beyond the walls and debris. It wished to breath free once more just as Cellen would soon be able to.
Reisx let it drop from her mouth, the taste of it grungy and dirty, and she still felt a pang of guilt for having it come to this, but she made sure she would come back for him, to set him free as he had helped her.
"I didn't want to see it on you anymore," she said softly, and she let her head fall against his shoulder as she closed her eyes for a moment, "I never want to see one on you again."
She stayed in the shadows, blanketed in the darkness, only their eyes held a glint of light from the lamplights that had grown dim over the night hours. She just wanted one more moment before they took the plunge into the light, and she would lead...no, bring him home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:38 pm
Damn.
A playful, disheartened sigh escaped with a plume of mist from out of his maw. There was still hope, wasn't there? She hadn't refused the idea-- at least not yet. As the proximity closed between them, Cellen could feel her warmth caress against his fur before it seeped down onto his skin. From there an intensity grew; the spark of her touch ignited into a firestorm which seized his heart. It was a sensation that couldn't be described-- something that even words faltered at expressing accurately.
While his vantage point was unable to detect what the female was up to, Cellen felt an abrupt tug at his neck. The guard hairs along his back bristled with alarm as he sputtered and choked, gasping for air. He hadn't a damn clue what she was doing although surely he would think twice before making a smart a** comment again! Cellen's jowl clenched fervently as a weight loosened and dissipated from off of him. It was sudden-- unexpected even. As the collar parted from off his neck, the fur that had been entombed beneath the worn leather rose upward within a disheveled array as if its long hibernation had finally ceased.
A wave of relief toppled over him.
There was a moment of tranquility that hung within the air as the last of the shrill metallic echo pierced the night for the final time. As the wretched device now laid lifeless, the victory was indisputable.
"I don't either," he chuckled. "The brown doesn't look good on me. And they're itchy."
The night crooned, continuously watching the scene of the star crossed lovers unfold. Love was reunited, rekindled, and redefined.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:53 pm
At his comment she rolled her eyes a little bit and pulled away. It was finally done, the visual bondage that kept him here, bound him here, was relinquished from his neck and he would forever, now, be able to breathe with a sense of freedom round his neck. There would be no more confines, no more pressure, no more itch...as he so wonderfully added.
As she stood with him for one last tender moment in the darkness, where love had been found in such a hopeless place, she found herself able to smile in his presence, his warmth of body heat surrounding her, encompassing her form making her feel safe.
"Lets go home," she said softly, "come," and she ran for the opening she had created in the gate.
It was a sudden movement, but she knew he would be able to keep up, for now, and when they were beyond the gate they could romp and relinquish any fears of the humans catching them tonight.
This was their victory.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 11:43 am
An invigorated feeling bombarded through his veins. He stood there, feeling as if time itself had stood still, and exhaled deeply. A sweetness filled the air and bore a taste unlike anything else-- it felt surreal. Magical, even. To think that having held onto a small flicker of hope for so long would bring him to this moment, allotting him the chance to be saved from the darkness of mankind, and the once small flame now blazed like a fiery inferno; vanquishing the despair and letting loves binding adherence seal the fate of a new found destiny. It was a new beginning.
Home. It sounded so surreal but the home that awaited him outside the confines of Huntingdon wasn't just a home. It was paradise.
The coaxing words of his lover rang through his ears with a crispness that caused a shiver to trail along his spine. His heart beat against the cavity of his chest fiercely. Emotion blissfully blossomed inside of him. It was pointless in restraining himself and, of course allowing his lady to go first, Cellen followed in hot pursuit.
As he barreled toward the opening that was devised within the gate, the Mokai fixated upon it. Reisx had already managed to pass through the veil with ease, her lithe figure maneuvering through the open void with ease, and now it was his turn. Coming up to the gate a swell of images, fragments of encounters, and voices of the past rose up as a barricade to stall him anew. His jowls grit fiercely together as he jerked his head to the side to dislodge their grip. He would be damned to allow anything stand in his way.
With one final stride, as the weight shifted to conjure at the base of his back legs, Cellen suddenly sprang forward and soared through the gap within the fencing. Upon coming in contact with the world beyond the gate, a weight lifted from off of him and his soul awakened with the tangible knowledge:
He was home. He was free. This was their victory.
Cellen had found his paradise.
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