At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
{We are sick and we are tired.} IP: 94.170.199.94 Posted on January 2, 2013 at 09:01:34 PM by Lycaon.
Lycaon watched how his grumbling made the lass stand back, a look of awe placed in her star gazers. Though she did not apologise for making him explode like a volcano instead she turned away but not before he caught a glimpse of her face. Cold as per usual. In fact throughout the whole conversation he had not seen her face change once. I suppose he couldn’t speak though, his emotionless face was always the same; had been since that day. He did not expect an apology that just wasn’t in her nature neither was it in his. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, it was not something he was accustomed too. In fact it would have surprised him if she had apologised. The brute watched her calming his wretched anger before it was too late and he did something he would regret.
The brute watched as the lass gazed at herself in the water. He had not peered into water for as long as he could remember. He could not stand to look at his reflection. He could not look into the eyes of the demon he had become. He stayed in the same place he had been since he approached the lake but could hear every word the lass had to say. The conversation soon sparked up again when Lycaon expressed the rules that he lived by. It was not that he was sexist. He was anything but that. You wouldn’t believe it but the brute could actually be quite nervous around females, that was if they weren’t acid spitting, stubborn so and so’s. “It is not that I am sexist.” The lad paused thinking of how he could answer her question without revealing too much about himself. “It is because of my past that I live by those rules, that is all.” Judging by the huff that spat itself from her kissers she didn’t take kindly to males who refused to fight females for sexist reasons. But that was not why he chose not to. Two females too many were killed at the mercy of his paws.
Once again the only way the princess could think of how to react to his comment was sarcasm. It was really starting to peeve him off. Could she not just answer normally without the snide comments? The brute sighed. “Does sarcasm rule your life? Do you have to behave so immaturely?” Now the brute moved closer, taking himself out of the shadows from where he belonged. “No pack will won’t you in their ranks if you can’t control your tongue.” The lad snapped he meant business when he said that. After all being a Beta once himself he knew the ins and outs of a pack and how to react. He sat down three tail lengths away from the lass. He did not care to look into the water and see himself but if the conversation was starting to get a bit more life in it, he wanted to make sure he could face her. That was about as polite as he got.
He watched as the vixen turned hesitantly to look at the devil. Her mouth opened but for once a question escaped the clutches of her teeth. A descent question. “I was a Beta once.” The lad looked down... Yes. Once. “I’m sure you were a good hunter. Your muscles show you have excellent strength.” I guess you could say that was a compliment in Lycaon’s eyes. It was a rare thing for Ly to give out compliments but if they were to get anywhere they couldn’t be at each other’s throats all the time could they? Then it dawned on him that they didn’t even know each other’s names. If things were starting to get a wee bit nicer then they should at least know each other’s names. “Just in case you would like to know my name is Lycaon.” He couldn’t care less if she wanted to know or didn’t want to know. She would probably make some sarcastic remark about him and his name, it could be expected. However Lycaon liked his name. It was bestowed on him by his Father. His Mother had named his siblings, but he got the honour of being named by his father. To him that was a privilege.
The brute scanned his surroundings carefully. Once again he had forgotten that he was being followed by slaves of his previous king. Although from now on he would simply been known as a snake; for that was what he was. He coiled around his victims, squeezing every last breath out of them. Every last hope, dream, emotion and swallowing them whole. Destroying them before they even had a chance to defend themselves. Just at the thought of the slimy rodent, the brutes body tensed, rage filling his bodice. He would have his revenge sooner or later. Sweet sweet revenge. It was only the fact that his eyes caught a glimpse of the female that calmed his spirits and brought him back to reality. She seemed to be thinking about something in her little mind so he sat and waited for her to come out of her little trance.
