• A Perfect Circle •

From dehumanization to arms production, for the benefit of the nation or its destruction. Power, power, the law of the land, those living for death will die by their own hand. Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, reject the system dictating the norms. From dehumanization to arms production, to hasten the nation towards its destruction. Power, power, the law of the land, those living for death will die by their own hand. Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, reject the system dictating the norms. It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, peace or annihilation?

Once more her soul clenched as she moved over the borders of her homeland, wandering into the kingdom of angels, where Isola reigns supreme. Natalya has never been one for alphaship, she has never felt the need to rule over others as her sister had. She searches for her other half with a cold determination that none other has ever seen in a wolf before. Her head is down, her ears laced back, bright owl yellow eyes scanning for any sign of him. Shame glitters in those eyes. Their daughter was better at hiding than she had thought, and apparently had no wish to be found just yet. Stinging tears build in her eyes as she feels the connection strengthen to him, knowing he is close near enough to comfort her to tears. She hopes her daughter is safe, that she has not been harmed or taken, but that she returns soon after finding herself. Natalya had done much the same, though her journey ended with her being recruited by her mentor, the wolf raising her from two years until adulthood. The dark and light male teaching her the art of death.

I have yet to create a masterpiece as he did though. Perhaps...I should find my nephew, introduce him to a few ghosts. For once it was her turn to have such violent thoughts, her time to lose herself. Atania has nothing to fear, nor anyone she is tied to. She has chosen her mark herself, and she will rid her family tree of the blemish that was Jaidah. Dark hued Amazon frame moves through the open area that is Diveen, home, birthplace of her youngest and future children. She has something she must do before she takes her nephew down. She will bide her time, let the others have their shot at him, and then take the black psychopath down like he was rabid. One more time she wishes to be a mother, before her body begins to fail her and she is no longer able to produce pups without health complications. This may be the last year she could give this gift to her soul, the only way she has been able to find any comfort through the days before Kiska's unfortunate absence. Her mind is a constant vortex of worry and wanting, of need and desire to be with her soul and solely him, no one else, as it always has been. She cannot let him run from her any longer, though lately he had been showing a dramatically different side to him. Perhaps, he has come to realize that fate is not always wrong, that sometimes she knows what she is doing.

A smile breaks across her silvery face, bright citrine gaze once more seeking to find the form of the only male to ever make her want anything for herself. The only male she wished she had fought for, that Kiska would have been willing to do such a thing. Would she have battled against the will of the fates? Obviously she realized what it was doing to him to be so far from Natalya, to not be at her side. But, this is something left in the past, lest the ashen moonlight wolf got too far gone within herself. Natalya does not wish to be lost just yet, not to herself. She wants to be lost in him, to try once more for a gift from the gods they didn't believe in. So here she was, and her soft siren's song is lifted into the air, muzzle raised heavenward on a full moon night. The ice capped hill she had come to stand upon catching the moonlight and giving them soft incandescent lighting. Before her, she lay three carcasses, fresh caught in her frustration about finding Atania...Or rather, the fail at such an attempt. The first is a bobcat, his form pulled from a previous location, having been stored here to keep it fresh and since she had already killed it earlier in the evening. The second was a rather large fox who had been attempting to take over their den, thinking the location abandoned. The last was a fat, white snowshoe hare that had given Natalya a run for her money, though you would think the predators would have been harder. I suppose it is easier to eat something that is not used to being on the menu.

Silently, with the trophy dinner before her, she waits after her summons. Come, my love, we have something to make together, and it starts with a wonderful night. She softens her features, letting down the guard she no longer wishes to keep around him, letting him see the soft feminine side of her rather than the killer. Her face remains delicate, her posture graceful as she sits in the snow with her tail curled about her paws. Tonight, Natalya will dance with the Devil that has haunted her life since she was only nine years old. Eight years, eight long, trying, but ultimately bright years.

Thanks to Catarina @ Caution for this lovely code. 8D