A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on November 19, 2012 at 02:37:02 AM by kushina
shittiest post I've ever written.
and it took forever and a day...
im sorry TT^TT
 Kushina pressed her blood-red pistons faster, attempting to get her speed up to a pace that could most certainly be marvelled at for a femme of her size, weight, and gait. Navy oceans narrowed against the peels of the screeching winds as they wisped past her audettes, gliding over her unused muscles in a way that she never thought was indeed possible. She'd met Kryptonite again... but he was different. So different from when she'd first laid eyes upon his wine-colored frame. He crouched in the corner of a small cavern on the side of the mountain, flinching away from her gaze. She'd spoken softly to him... Praised him, buttered him up, crowned him with jewels... and he still denied her existence. Though it was pouring rain, she'd retreated and fallen back away from his striking emerald gaze. The gaze that pulled her in like a supermassive black hole. Twisting her insides until they burned with what she could not figure out was either pleasure, pain... or perhaps both. All she knew was that she harbored feelings for him... and from the way he'd reacted when he scented her perfume... the feeling existed on both sides. He'd disappeared again. He struck out once... he'd backed away a second time. Should she see him again, though the binds of her thread pulled her tightly towards him, perhaps they were merely tangled up in a glob of emotions that she couldn't decipher because she'd never been the one labelled as a socialite. But now that she was past the Plateau where she had just completed a pack hunt with Tamlin as her leader once more. She was so much different now than what she used to be... a matted, soiled young warrior who had given up hope on ever becoming equal to others... and now... now she was a valkyrie that had the potential to be something great. She merely had to show that she was worthy of being given a chance. And right now, that wasn't really working out for her. Then again, when had it ever? Old habits can't be broken...at least not easily. And the coziness the femmora shared with solitude was just as much of a habit to her as a puppy that wags its tail when it is happy or content. It was so strong, that she fell into step with the shadows, trying not to fall back into the nothingness she had risen from just a few weeks ago. The nobody she had been was now a hidden thing in the past, a soul without a host, as she had taken her body right back from that hellish thing and grabbed the rightful ownership of her own life once more. Her grasp was still shaky... but it was firm enough to not slip. Crimson paws slipped over the rocks close to the riverbed that, as long as she had been here, had not run dry. Not even on the most dry of days. No rain was needed to fill it to the brim. Lowering her nape towards the crystalline, the valkyrie lapped up the water, her navy windows closing against the world for a short moment, and then... they snapped open, her audettes flicked upwards, and her tassel raised behind her. A look... a mixture of fear and rage, made its way onto her features, and she turned around quickly, barking words into the silence. Who is there? Her pillars were rigid, as if she were glued to the earth, and would not move for anything. Surprisingly, a snarl rose into her throat... the feeling was so foreign to her, that it startled the femme at first. Her hackles were beginning to rise by now. She turned around and lowered a bit to the ground, bending her pillars, should she need to move quickly. Ivories flashed dangerously in the dark of the night. If it was them... any one of them... she would not run this time. She would not hesitate, and she definitely wouldn't be afraid. For what is there to fear, but the cliche feeling of a paranoid apprehension? Kushi could only wait for whatever it was that she had heard, if it was even anything, to make itself clear. Sapphire's searched fruitlessly back and forth... and after a while, the vampress was questioning her own head... but she held fast to her beliefs. |
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- I HATE MY LIFE - By VLADYA November 19, 2012 at 05:35:28 PM
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