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 January 16, 2013 at 02:44:17 AM by kohaku
 He's not bad, that's for sure. The thought penetrated the she-wolf's mind like a sharp pin that had just recently been hidden in the folds of her fur. Until it inserted itself into her skin... As she stopped, the femme watched Nikandros' replica of her own dance, her mind went blank. Nothing in the world could shake her from this newfound stupor. Not even Nikandros himself, the vampire who had caused it in the first place. Or so she thought. Why wouldn't he be the reason her mind was off the more important things? Such as eating? She hadn't eaten in days. Was something wrong with her? His movements flashed by dangerously, as if they were threatening to pull a knife on her at any given moment. And that's when the golden suns hardened into amber once more, the warmth and light gone instantly from their depths. A cold, empty, white shell being left behind to suffer the wrath of mortality's cruel fate. The result? The mask of Kohaku. The one that could not be cracked, not even with her own will. Multiple personality disorder? Maybe. Perhaps two Kohaku's (maybe even more) really did live underneath that pale cloak of hers. She couldn't let him have that effect over her. It would be the end of her. He was moving forward now, her dance having been finished and now he was paving his own road. Straight towards her. She did not blink, nor flinch, when his cold narettes blew smoke into her own. No. She knew better. Nikandros was not the mushy type that would gently tap her on the dial, or poke her in the nose for a flirty game. Plus, not to mention the factthat his flirtatious behavior is more like a game of lust and seeing how far he could push another before they snapped and begged for his attention. Amber orbs stared straight through him, and when he steered right, away from her enough to the point that she could feel his presence but not his form, she stayed nonchalant. Uncaring, almost. He pulls around her, circling her frame closely, as if analyzing her entire being. Self-awareness had never been at such a high percentage within the femme. And yet she did not let onto just what it was. Whatever it was. Next thing she knew, he had jumped right in front of her and splashed water up onto her chest. She moved her head back, so as to avoid the excess water, but it didn't do much good. She hadn't been paying close enough attention to get every step correct. A strange ordeal for the usually very attendant female. But she started out just as she was supposed to. She took a big breath before doing so, letting her chest cavity heave with invisible effort. How extraordinary for the body to be able to work they way it does. One big paw in front of the other. That's exactly how it was. One step at a time, no rush, no pacing. The distance between the two closed eventually, and her nares flared as she breathed in the cologne of the varg that had turned out to be her first, and probably ONLY... friend. If that was even the word to describe the strange relationship the two had. Her eyes turned away as she circled him, and then they flickered back to his own optics... just as he had done. Close enough to be noticed by the prince, but far enough away to not touch. She knew the rules. And yet, when she pulled back in front of him, backing up seconds later and twirling around, before facing him once more. She pounced foward, right up next to him, and her optics closed. She inhaled once more. Deeply. She already knew that scent to the point that she could trace out a map of it's whereabouts of the past week or two. But it still was like some kind of drug to her. Intoxicating. Revolting. Mind-blowing. Horrific. Entrancing. Disgusting. All in one. It came as a package deal. Likes and dislikes all pent up into one little bottle, just ready to burst. Instead of moving back, however, she edged closer to him, her maw grazing the side of his cheekbone as her lips rose up to his listener. "To dance is to seek a heart. Are you looking for mine?" She leaned forward, breathing heavily. "It's no longer here." she backed up once more, though her words still slipped out. "I find it amusing that you don't even know what you already have. Foolish, foolish little prince." And then she turned, not saying another word, and moved back off in the direction of Malignant, out of the icy waters and into the even colder atmosphere. The wind caressed her frame as a long lost friend, welcoming her back into the cruel world. She did not wait for him, and she did not look at him. She merely moved, her words having exposed the skin she did not like to show. Uncomfortable and agitated, the valkyrie disappeared into the prickly bushes and made her way up towards the packlands, not willing to get sidetracked again. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
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