shadows in the waters [tagged]

[tovaana]

Tovaana;

She had kept a slow steady pace away from the falls where she had run into the wounded evil male and the strange female stranger. The encounter had left a sour taste in her mouth and she had stalked down the length of the stream that had connected to it with vigor. Tovaana had tired herself out walking, almost running nonstop, mindlessly following the flow of the water while her thoughts fought between silence and too much noise. She had cried that night, to the moon, missing the calm presence of her mother. It had been easy to fall asleep and into nothingness, but dark shadows followed her there and she awoke feeling unrested. The next days she had stayed in a small area of the creek, wary of others when they were near or far, but just resting.

This particular morning she had awoken from shadowing dreams once more. She needed companionship of some sort, and for a while she had only the luck of crossing paths with darker hearts. She missed the young wolf she had met on the mountain who had felt like a younger sister she had never had… Even of the male who had been a little too gung-ho about spreading goodness by killing all evil. It was loneliness and sadness that was spreading through her, perhaps hope was fading? That there was good in the world? Or perhaps her perception of good was muddled?

She stepped into the creek with her golden flecked paws, letting the creek trickle past her. This part of the stream was wide and shallow, and good to rinse in. She spent time there, cleaning her legs and enduring the sharp coolness of the water on the blustery autumn day.

Blood

[Blood]

Bane:

A dangerously racing heartbeat was the only thing that made Bane slow down. He would have ran until his chest burst, but then what good would that be if he could no longer seek to murder good wolves. Death would do him any good in his persuit to grow stronger and more evil. His pale tongue hung out from his mouth and dark shadows dripped from his parted maw like blood from a fresh kill. Bane had grown accustomed to constantly manipulating his own shadow into small affects that decorated his muscular image. Bane's shadow never existed on the ground, it was always on him.

Step after step, red paws trotted over the dying brown grasses of the stretching plains. Autumn had changed the land, and despite the chill in the air, Bane was quite warm from excursion. His recent runs had taken him across the valley once and back, and even up a mountain. He could feel the strength building in his legs and his body, he was leaner but his muscles were sharp and toned. Spotting a river up ahead, Bane swiftly approached it and stopped at the water's edge. The water lapped over the tips of his paws as he stared down at his shifting reflection. Dark hallow shadows replaced his eyes and a blanket of darkness dripped from his shoulders. His chest heaved in rhythmic breaths and his heartbeat thumped in his neck as he stepped forward into the river. His reflection disappeared as Bane began to grab surrounding shadows and melt them into the water so that it looked like he was stepping into a river of black blood. Bane continued to step further in until he lost footing and was swimming with the current. The cold waters engulfed everything but his head that he kept above the surface while kicking his paws to stay afloat. This river swim was also a good training of endurance as the ice cold tried to numb him and the current tried to swallow him.

The shadows followed his progress down the River and steadily grew as Bane collected more shadows. They reached far ahead of him, and that's when Bane spotted a wolf standing in the river. He slowly made his way to the slower current but continued to swim towards the white she-wolf. The waters splashed at his scarred cheek and a naughty smirk played on his sealed lips. His shadows were the first to reach her on the water, and they swirled around her and lapped at her legs. Bane finally made it to water that was shallow enough for him to stand up, but the water was still touching his shoulders. With the same smile on his face, the dark male peered at the lone wolf with his shadow eyes and traced her outline against the late afternoon sun. She was pretty, very pretty, and Bane thought he would have a little fun with her before killing her if she ended up being on his murder list.

"Hello little lady. All alone are we?" His smirk slowly cracked revealing a set of sharp white fangs that stood out against his dark appearance. His red power mark could faintly be seen on his shoulder.

[tovaana]

Tovaana;

She watched the crystal water swirl around her legs and fly by and down the rest of the valley. The trickle was almost calming as it numbed her paws – until it changed color. She watched transfixed as the ink licked at her paws. Then the ink lifted from the water and she broke out of her revere and took a couple of startled steps back, her back leg slipping in the cold water and she stumbled – splashing the bottom half of her body with chilling ice liquid. Her heart started to race and she found a grip in the watery bed of rocks. Her eyes glanced down at her feet and the inky darkness was now at her legs and she gasped. It wasn’t her nightmares; the darkness had followed her into realty.

Golden flecked eyes darted up, her ears flat on her head as she followed the shadows to their owner. Something was bobbing its way down the creek toward her. Getting a grip on real life, she tilted her ears forward and tried to calm her thrumming heart as the wolf approached her. The way the shadows moved toward her reminded her of that horrible night that her mother had passed away… There had been no real shadows, just a lonely night of darkness that had slowly come upon her. Now more shadows were coming and was feeling that same lonely feeling, even though there was clearly a wolf almost to her. There was something else familiar about him, yes it was a male, familiar about him and the shadows, she just could not pin a memory on it.

He rose out of the water, but just a little, as the creek bubbled at his shoulders. There were shadows in his eyes and he smiled – and she knew he was one of those wolves that were not good. Darkness. Evil. She rolled her eyes with a scowl in her features and shivered as he spoke. A warning growl rumbled lightly in her throat as she exited the water, trying to rid herself of the shadows. She shook her coat of the water that had splashed on her when she had stumbled in the water, keeping a wary eye on the male as he spoke.

“As are you.” She pointed out simply. She was slightly smaller, and from what she could tell, he was larger than her. At least he was still in the water, she could even make a run for it now, she would have a head start and he would have to wade through water and rid himself of the heavy water that would cling to his coat… The thought was tempting as she stared at the male cautiously. But instead, she found herself facing the creek, turning her head so that the eye with the defense bull’s-eye was facing the dark male….as if somehow that could protect her.

“That’s quite the trick.” Noticing the glowing red through his shadows. She didn’t want to give away her one other chance of escape – her defense ability. He though, was already playing his cards, and while they made her feel like something was crawling over her – she could not actually feel the darkness. He could not hurt her with them, he could only scare her. She stood a little taller, eyes narrowing and trying to look more brave than she felt.

[Blood]

Bane:

Bane's eyes, shrouded in shadows, focused on the pretty white she-wolf amidst the dark swirling waters. The evidence of her fear and the way she stumbled away from his shadows couldn't have made Bane happier. His dark soul grew with deep pleasure and if his already puffed out chest could have swelled with pride, it would have. With keen interest, Bane stared into the she-wolf's eyes and took a few slow steps forward through the rushing water. Her bright golden specked orbs held something more than just the fear of his shadows, she seemed to be haunted by a deeper shadow that could only touch the mind.

Bane had heard her warning, but ignored it as he watched her step out of the water and onto the bank. His shadows began to leak away from the river, spilling out slowly were the white female had stepped. The smaller puddles of shadow that were forming suddenly broke off from the main source of shadow still in the river and bubbled up into dark forms of wolves. Bane imagined what the she-wolf's darkest fears would be. A terrifying enemy wolf, a father or mother, maybe siblings. These shadow wolves slowly began to walk around her, haunting her as if they had been a part of her past.

Bane was having way too much fun teasing the little runt, and let out a chuckle that sounded more like a cough. "Oh, I'm never alone," He stated, referring to the shadow wolves as his friends.Referring to the shadows that always surrounded him. In physical company he was alone, but never was he lacking the presence of darkness. He took another step closer to the river bank, the freezing water splashing up on his sides that were numb from the temperature of the river. His wet fur was plastered to his body, defining every muscle that bulged from his growing strength.

The white female was quick to loose her expression of horror and now stood facing him with her chin held high and a defiant look in her eye that faced him. A closer look made Bane smirk. Was that a golden tattoo around her eye, and the same bulls-eye symbol as his own glowing red mark. The dark shadowed male knew that the goddesses of the valley bestowed many gifts of power, but what power would this she-wolf have that possessed the same mark as his. "Well look at you little runt, visiting the powerful White Wolves and receiving a gift. What fun tricks do you have hidden under your fur?" Bane was thoroughly enjoying this encounter with the small white she-wolf, and slowly strode out of the water and onto the land, the river falling from his underbelly and neck as he didn't bother to shake it off. The shadows followed him out and pooled around his feet and slowly thinned out to a swirling blanket over the area that the two wolves stood. With a curious tilt of his head, Bane let the shadows evaporate from his eyes and he winked at the pretty she-wolf, "I would love to see them. Won't you show me?"

((OOC: If her tattoo isn't visible without her using her power, than ignore that last part I wrote.))

[tovaana]

She tried to keep her gaze on the male, but some of the shadows started to bubble up toward her and she felt herself trembling a little as the shadows became wolves. Her eyes flickered toward the male and then to the shadows, back and forth rapidly, trying to hold her gaze on the male in the stream. “Yeah, great company.” She said sarcastically, feeling more and more that the shadows were not friendly and he was being aggressive. This was no ordinary bad encounter… In fact, there was something familiar about the wolf…She knew she had not encountered him before, so what was it? There was a nagging in the back of her mind, but she did not have time to delve into the thoughts, as the ‘wolves’ circled her and the male started to exit the water.

Tovaana flinched as she realized she would not be able to match his strength, just based on his size. She had been traveling mostly alone in her adventures and it had been hard on her body, but it also given her a stringy strength to her; speed and her shield would be her only ally now. It seemed like there was a sensible part of her wanting to run and not risk the encounter, but there was another part of her, the inquisitive part, that wanted to know how evil could be so… dark. What joy could there be? He then addressed her, and she was able to focus on his gray and red face and dripping shadows where his eyes would be. She remembered to hold her head high, but couldn’t manage a smile of defiance; instead she stood quietly facing him, shivering as he came out of the water fully, his muscled body dripping from the water she knew had been cold.

The shadows followed him. She realized that it reminded her of her shadowed dreams she had had - as if they were coming to life. His wording of ‘runt’ made her scoff a little, and come back to the present, enabling her to focus on the brute. She backed up a little, glancing down at the shadows the shrouded the ground in darkness. There was even a small part of her that felt that perhaps this was to be her end, and she was tempted to accept it.

Well, at least he wasn’t stupid. The faint glowing on this wolf’s shoulder was the same as hers, but blood red, and she could not wield shadows like he could…Still, he knew she had something. She decided to ignore his probing to find out what her power was. When the shadows spilled away from his gold eyes she was almost surprised to see how normal he was. The blood red stripes on his face seemed menacing, but he was just a wolf, no demon. He winked at her, and she felt like the act in itself was mocking… He either thought she was stupid and would fall for the dark shadowy type and spill all her secrets, or he was taunting her – and either way, she did not feel safe. There was something wrong with this mottled grey, tan and red wolf, like he was searching for something…Perhaps he had found it in their encounter.

“Just because one is smaller, does not make them weaker.” She growled, more force in her tone than she had expected to find. Though the shadows covered her paws, she felt her claws gripping the ground gave her a security that the male could not take away from her.

OoC// No, it’s always visible, glows/sparkles when she uses it xD (:

[Blood]

Bane:

Bane could feel the atmosphere of the situation slowly change in his favor. He suddenly had the upper hand, the high ground. He could see the she-wolf's focus slipping, her fear overtaking her as his shadows surrounded her. She struggled to keep her attention on the actual manipulator of the shadows, and instead kept glancing at the dark figures that stalked around her with deformed bodies and oddly shifting movements.

Bane started to collect a puddle of water beneath him, so he stepped forward when she scooted backwards. He was smirking as he took another half step towards the shivering wolf. The scene couldn't have been more perfect in Bane's eyes as he basically watched the she-wolf's life pass before her eyes in terror. Her white and golden flecked pelt was blinding against the shadows that stood around her, and every detail of her lean petite form was defined with precision. Sure she could probably outrun him, but Bane wasn't too worried about that. He felt completely in control of the situation, what was there to worry about if he let a little bit of his guard down. Showing his true appearance wouldn't hinder the grip he had on the female's emotions, he had already scared her out of her wits and was basically pulling her strings like a puppet. Surely such a timid wolf didn't have any hidden courage that would rise up to challenge him.

With disappointment, Bane noticed that she brushed aside his inquiring to have her show off her power. He really wanted to find out what gift she possessed from the White Wolves, but it looked like he would have to just try harder. "Just because one is smaller, does not make them weaker." She said instead, and Bane was a little surprised at her sudden spark of aggression. Maybe he did have to be a little weary with this pearly female. It seemed she did have a hidden stash of courage that she was dipping into. Bane raised one of his brows in a look of "oh really?" as he replied to her growled comment with a string of questions. "No? How so?" He rolled his shoulders back and put on his most threatening appearance as he looked down at the small she-wolf, trying to keep the control of the situation for as long as he could with his shadow and fear tactic. "What makes you not weak enough for someone like me to prey on?" Bane was honestly curious now, even though he didn't show it outwardly, he really wanted to know how this she-wolf was going to respond. Every small weakling of a wolf that Bane had ever come across was immediately prey, vulnerable and easy pickings. Not one showed strength to a larger wolf that they had a chance at winning, and that's how he saw the small white runt standing before him, small and insignificant, weak. He anticipated her response. What was that one reason that was good enough for him not to just kill her on the spot.

[tovaana]

Tovaana;

Tovaana watched the male come forward more and she felt herself tremble in tremors that came in waves over her body. His large body was one that she had always imagined the hero being – strong and brawny, but she had never imagined it dripping with darkness. It made her sad, her hope waning that the male had been pulling some sort of stunt and that his intentions were not as dark as he was making them seem. He seemed to be reveling in her fear, and she still could not understand what pleasure others could have in bringing fear and pain to others. He could not truly be evil, could he? She imagined that it came about by events, something horrible had happened to him to make him the way he was. Tovaana made herself stare up at him, trying to ignore the shadows, trying desperately to make her mind realize that they were not real.

He looked surprised, if not in a mocking gesture of disbelief, at her words. Was it her tones, or the words that he was surprised of? He then rolled his shoulders back and put on a menacing demeanor, and she couldn’t help put step a few more steps back – but while trembling (which she could not control) she kept her head high and narrowed her eyes. There were things she could control.

He then challenged her statement, and instead of asking why – he turned the question to about herself. The only reason she noticed this consciously, was because she had ignored his question about her ability, and she felt wary that it was another tactic to reveal her only defense. Literally. She could run, but felt so tense, that she felt like lead and that her limbs would not be quick enough for his shadows… no, for him. She had to remind herself again that his shadows were not truly real, they could not touch or harm her – only frighten her, like in her dreams she had had.

“And what makes you stronger? Brawn?” She hated bullies. “You’re nothing but a coward, picking on those smaller than you. That, makes you weak. Strength does not just come in the form of muscle.” She spat the word coward, and added a half snarl, but as she finished, she was almost sad for this wolf. He seemed blinded by power, and obviously by his aggression did not know much of love, like the love that Tovaana had known and found with her mother and in her adventures. If not love, friendship, if not fleeting. Then, some memory clicked as she thought of the wolves she had met – one had been on her way down from the mountain, fleeing and wounded. Evil wolves had preyed on another evil wolf that they must have deemed weak. Recognition flashed through her eyes momentarily, the shadows she had seen in the distance that she had seen made more sense. If it had been him, his attitude made sense in why the smaller evil wolf had been picked on.

“What is it with you evil wolves? Claiming darkness as if it were something substantial, but it’s nothing more than your wisps of shadows.” She said it more as if she were muttering to herself, concluding her thoughts of confusion. Her body still trembled in waves of tremors, but she was watching the male carefully, wary of the shadows that marched around her, taunting her. While she was confused, tired, and frightened, she had enough wits about her to dodge any unexpected blow or attack the male might fling at her, deciding she was too boring to taunt.
Perhaps if she kept him talking long enough, she could find an opening of escape when feeling came back to her legs.

OOC// sorry I took so long! xD <3

[Blood]

Bane:

She dared insult him! Call him a coward! Bane's lip lifted to reveal long canines and sharp premolars that were tightly clenched together in growing anger. Gray ears twitched back and then pressed forward again. Red tipped tail slowly swayed and then rose, aligning with the horizon of his spine. She hadn't even answered his questions, she just turned it back on him. The second time she'd done that, actually, since he started harassing her. This was beginning to frustrate the large muscly male and a deep snarl rose from the bottom of his throat ending in a sharp snap when the little runt said, "That makes you week." There was truth in what she was saying. Bane didn't even want to admit it to himself, it enraged him when his mind concluded the accuracy of her words in his lifestyle. He did prey on the weak, the weak in body, and the weak in mind. Good wolves were weak minded, and he would prey on them for the rest of his life! If Bane was smarter, he would have seen how the small white and golden freckled female was manipulating him; making him react emotionally to her insults. He would have subtly responded, maybe thrown one of his teasing smirks at her and made the impression that he knew her little trick, replying with an equally intelligent and Nyx-like retort. But Bane wasn't that strategically smart yet, and instead he reacted the only way his mind was accustomed to, the only way he was good at, rage and aggression.

Bane was no longer having fun with this little game of taunting the pretty she-wolf. His fear tactics still seemed to have somewhat of a grip on her, judging by the tremors that raked over her small frame and her inexplicit reason of not fleeing, but she was greatly annoying him with her sly comebacks. "You call me a coward. But who's the one shaking in fear." Bane hadn't the slightest clue where this she-wolf stood in alliance when he first approached her, but her remarks were slowly telling him the answer. Her generous favor for the weak wolves could have either meant she was defending the good or neutral alliance, or she was just standing her ground against him. Either could have been very accurate, but Bane's one-minded opinion made option one the most correct, a permissible reason for him to advance further. And so he did. He lifted a paw to step forward, but paused when he heard her soft muttering. She spoke of evil wolves as if she weren't one, and what she said she stated as if it were true, but it wasn't, it was absolutely false.

The pretty little she-wolf had made a grave mistake that might just cost her her life. Bane freely assumed she was part of the good alliance by how she had spoken of evil wolves, this made him eager to start the bloodshed. And so he slowly spread his lips wider, a sharp gate of teeth adorning his maw. He slid his paws in a sturdy stance, stepping back with his left hind paw and letting a chuckle slip from his throat. His white fangs cracked apart as he spoke, "Oh, but it is substantial. It's the very air we breath, the very blood in our veins. And my shadows," Bane flashed her a devious grin just as the shadow wolves around her lost their shape and melted into blobs of darkness that melded together in a complete ring around her. "They are part of my soul, the very substance of my flesh, you can't simply run from the darkness." The shadows began to spin around her, sucking in more shadows from the surroundings like a tornado, growing in size. Bane tensed and his neck muscles twitched as he gripped every single shadow that was pooled together and stopped them suddenly. They slowly accumulated above the shivering she-wolf and for a moment there seemed to be a time freeze as Bane prepared to cast a shadow dome just like Nyx had. Every nerve in his head almost popped as he attempted to cast the darkness over the she-wolf, but when the shadows dropped on the small female, they hit the ground and suddenly bounced back to their original places. A sharp snap forced Bane's eyes closed for a moment as ringing pain filled his head. It didn't work! Why didn't it work?! Nyx had done it so easily, he had watched her do it, he had seen it all with his own eyes. Why couldn't he?!

A deep snarl erupted from Bane's open maw and he leaped out in rage and frustration at the white she-wolf, pain and blood-lust flashing in his beady gold eyes.

((My turn to apologize. During Christmas I was feeling super inspired, and now I am a little low on motivation. I'll do my best to try and get it back. Also, sorry if this post doesn't make sense, it was late when I wrote it.))

[tovaana]

tovaana;

Perhaps… perhaps insulting the male had not been the keenest of strategies. This thought occurred to her only as the male bristled at her words, obviously effected by her words. Whether he knew them to be true or just felt offended at her flipping weakness onto him, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps a little of both, but she stood her ground regardless and clenched her own jaw, unwilling to take it back. Also, unwilling to grovel and beg for mercy. Tovaana had more pride than that, and perhaps it would be her downfall. She gulped as he pointed out her shivering and she tried desperately to make it stop, but it was as if her nerves and alarms in her body would not go off.

Why had she not run earlier when she had the chance? Was there something more she wanted to know? That she was curious about? He started to contradict her, but she didn’t feel like it was enough of an answer, just that he was trying to scare her. What did catch her attention was the last part of his words. That she could not run away from darkness. He had probably referring to his shadows as they started to melt into each other and surround her, but had he meant darkness in others? Or in ones self? She had been wondering that, she’d been wondering about darkness and why it was and seemed to be on everyone’s minds. Whether one claimed to be ‘dark’ or was fighting darkness, she couldn’t seem to escape it. It was kind of tiring.

Her eyes narrowed and for the moment she did not feel afraid as the shadows engulfed around her, getting larger and thicker. Then suddenly the shadows rose above her and she glanced at them, taking a step back and then resting her eyes on the male who, through her fear, realized that the male was straining to make the shadows do what they were doing. Her heart seemed to slow down for a moment when the shadowed dispersed, a tension leaving her body – and she touched her shield mentally out of habit and to comfort herself.

Then almost more sudden than the shadows disappearing, the male’s anger turned from frustration to fury and her eyes widened at the sound of his eruptive snarl. Rage was blinding in his eyes and time seemed to slow, not in that it allowed her more time to react, only more time to wonder if this would be her end.

The longer hairs on her back bristled and her lips rose and in fear she almost forgot about her shield. Her natural defenses rose and crouched and was ready to meet his fury, and would have leapt to meet the male when some thread of reason tugged her away from her natural anger. Perhaps it was because she had been touching her shield moments before, but she remembered it and grabbed at it and thrust it in front of her. Sparkling gold appeared suddenly (and quite last minute) in front of her. It was larger than she had created before, perhaps due to the adrenalin rushing through her, but as soon as the male collided into it (or as she assumed he would) she knew it would disintegrate into a fading and falling golden sunshine. This is when she would need to run, or get out of the way – create distance between them.

Her eyes had closed as she had cast the shield between her and the jumping male. She made a growling noise in her throat as she turned and started to run. The lead that had filled her paws before still made her flee seem slow and clumsy, her heart pounding in her ears as she ran. She kept running, and chanced a look behind her, and stumbled from both uneven ground and her trembling legs. She scrambled to her feet, golden eyes wide and darting to where she had come from and her ears perked in the direction, but she feared the sound of her blood pumping was masking other sounds. She would change directions, but still wasn’t sure where the male was, or if he would follow at all.

ooc// i understand the muse thang xD mostly for me, I have the muse, just not the energy =P

[Blood]

Bane:

Bane had already sent his body through the air with a dangerous amount of force, and with a wide open maw his fangs were ready to meet flesh. The small white she-wolf who was already shrunk with fear, had grown shorter yet as she seemed to get ready to pounce back at him and meet him in the air. How stupid, she would only get slammed back down without a hint of her force doing anything against his. She was weak and he was the complete image of strength. He would show her just how easily strong wolves could take out the weak. He would prove to her that no weakness could ever become greater than strength. Utter fear was in the bulging eyes of the she-wolf, but at that moment, it wasn’t only the fear that Bane had suddenly noticed, the bullseye mark around one of her eyes that he had asked about before, now began to glow with a golden brightness a lot like the sun. The glowing light completely devoured her one eye, and continued to grow until her face was no longer visible. Bane couldn’t alter his course of direction now as the bright circle of light rushed towards him and he struck a completely solid mass of energy that guarded the she-wolf.

A disturbing crunching sound and a deep grunt were the results of the blow as Bane stumbled back with a dazed perception. The impact felt like he had just ran into a boulder at full speed. Shaking his head to regain his focus, Bane growled in complete annoyance, his patience was long gone, but he finally figured out her power. Even though she had the same exact symbol as him, her gift was much different, and the angered male wondered if she had gotten that lame power from Taboo. Bane leaped up as he looked around to see the glowing circle of light fading like a setting sun, and the small white female making a run for it. The taste of blood had filled his mouth as he snarled with red stained teeth and sped around the disappearing circle of light, and after the fleeing female.

A sad attempt was the she-wolf’s escape as she stumbled forward and tripped over her own heavy paws. Without an effort, Bane had caught up to the golden speckled female and lashed out at her left hip, sending her to the ground in a matter of seconds. His force came crashing down on her as his red paws dug into her shoulder and belly without mercy. With a fiendish grin Bane stood over the she-wolf and glared at her with rage filled eyes. ”Wrong move little lady.” Bane spat as blood mixed saliva dripped from the sides of his mouth and fell on the beautiful white neck fur of the pinned she-wolf. His devilish eyes slowly raked over the prisoner’s body and his claws drew blood as they pierced her flesh deeper. With a raspy exhale, more blood sprayed at the she-wolf’s face, ”How does it feel to be weak?”



((So if you don’t want anything specific in this to happen, just make it clear in your next post!))

[tovaana]

Tovaana;

She had started moving again, the sound of pounding in her ears must have masked the approaching male, because as soon as she had looked away to continue fleeing – pain raked through her hip and she was thrust to the side. She gasped as her world darkened for a moment from the pain and he was suddenly over her. Her wide eyes stared up at the male over her – the sound in her world slowly coming back, his first words were slurred and didn’t hear what he had been saying. Now though everything was coming quickly back into focus.

The nightmares of her sleep started flashing back, as if they had been omens of this moment. She squirmed a moment, trying to unpin herself, using her back legs to scrape against anything she could. Then suddenly she was still, looking up at him, thinking about his words while her chest rose and fell quickly.

“Humbling.” She rasped, squeezing her eyes and bearing her teeth from the sudden pain of his claws digging in deeper to her. She groaned and she shuddered, opening her eyes and looking up at him with a defeated look. His body was as muscular and large as she had observed before, a body that should not belong to something so menacing. Her body involuntarily shuddered every moment or so, but she kept still – partially out of defeat, partially not to make the pain any worse. While she felt there was little she could do, there was still a small flame in her chest that defied his aggression. However, she realized she wasn’t going to get out of this by brawn; it would have to be with brains. However, it was hard to think with a large menacing male over her and probably about to tear her face off.

“You are strong.” Tovaana could see other females perhaps with the charm of flirting their way out – that was not Tovaana. In fact – this was probably the closest she had come to a male. She grew up without a father or any male figure of any type. She had met kind males, but none that had caught her fancy or the other way around. There was a deep part of her that did not appreciate that this was the way her first close up with a male was to be. If she wanted to live to have other experiences, she would have to talk her way out of it. “And, I am weak.” It nearly tore her very pride to let it the words slip, but because of his weight on her and his claws, it was easy to make her sound pathetic. She had never been told she was pretty, but she did know the gold on her fur was striking, especially now that the bull’s eye surrounded one of her eyes.

“And…to be completely honest… a little refreshing to be called out on….” Her words came out in whimpers and rasps of pain. It was true- the need of physical strength, as much as she could count on her barrier, she was not invincible. Wasn’t that why she had thought of joining a pack? Now that she had not… She regretted it, perhaps she would not be in this position, and perhaps she would have allies behind her but perhaps not. Tovaana reached within her, but the power of her barrier was weak and it felt like fishing in the lake, but with no fish in the pond, just water slipping through her teeth.

“I am helpless…so, is this to be the end of me then?” She looked up into the male’s eyes, staring at him. Not in defiance, and she dared not dare him, but he was either going to tear her throat out, or not – so… what would he do?

[Blood]

Bane;

The firm hold Bane had on the pretty white female was, unfortunately for her, inescapable which she realized soon enough when she stopped squirming. Instead, she seemed to accept her capture as her fear filled eyes locked with his and pleaded for his mercy. The eye contact gave Bane a spark of desire that slowly ignited in his chest, a desire that would continue to grow and burn with such evil passion until it became an uncontrollable raging fire.

Her painfully forced answer to his question gave him the satisfaction he was hoping for when she said “humbled”. ”Good!” Bane spat as he bared his bloodied fangs at her in a taunting smile. The pain he was inflicting on her made her moan and her small body shivered under his claws. The burning satisfaction she was giving him was overwhelming and all he wanted was more and more of it. Her pittyful eyes begged for mercy and he devoured the fear that was pouring off of her. He flexed his shoulders and kneaded his claws in her flesh, forcing her to make more noise for him as her white pelt gained stains of red.

You are strong.

The words where music to his ears, just as much as her pain filled groaning and fearful whimpering. The devilish grin plastered on his face had grown even wider and his bared fangs parted to let strings of red saliva drip from his maw. ”Yess, keep it coming.” He hissed and lowered his head, bringing it within inches of hers. His fangs brushed her cheek and left a trail of sticky red as he took in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent.

And I am weak.

”Mmmmm.” A deep rumbled vibrated through his chest, his equivalent to a satisfied purr. He didn’t bother licking his own lips before he flicked his bloody tongue at her jaw. She continued however, and what she said made him let out a little chuckle. ”There it is. The full confession.” Bane chuckled again and combed his fangs through her beautiful thick cheek fur, soiling it with red. He bit down and pulled through her fur not exactly gently. ”See, that wasn’t so hard was it? You’re worthless compared to me, just accept it.” He pressed his weight harder on the small female and forced another whimper out of her. His desire to hear her surrender was finally satisfied, but what she said next made him let up just a little. Her eyes connected with his and his teeth locked again, but not in a smile as he held his head above hers. He had originally planned to kill her, the small, weak, worthless little runt that he had seen on the riverbank all alone. But now he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to take her life just yet. It was more fun bringing hurt and torture to the pretty little female instead of ending it so soon. A life of pain and suffering sounded much more fun then a sudden death.

Bane tilted his head ever so slightly and his wicked grin returned. ”You’re worthless to me, but because you admitted you’re weak, I’ll spare you just this once.” His large bloody claws dragged off of her body leaving thin scrapes as he stood over her. ”Never forget your place little lady, or I’ll be back to kill you. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

tovaana

[tovaana]

tovaana;

It was sickening the way he looked at her… She had never thought of love, as her mom had been very independent – she had grown to be so, and had never thought she would need a male companion. Now, she was beginning to wonder if this was the reason her mother never spoke of her father.

The pain was coming from so many different places that her body was starting to tremble more uncontrollably, and she didn’t try to stop it – as she knew he was drinking in every ounce of her ‘fear’. Her pretend fear was becoming real though, and she was becoming less afraid of him killing her, and more afraid of the look he was giving her, and how close his voice was. All these things she imagined could strike other feelings had it been a completely different wolf… and situation. Her breathing was already deep and ragged, but caught and gasped as he bit into her face and shook. Had it been any nearer her throat… she shuddered at the thought as he let go.

At first the little that he let up almost felt like enough for her to wiggle free, but she decided against it, hoping with all hope that her words had been enough. There had been no one to help her… No god, no wolf, not even her ability had been useful enough. She had wanted her shield to help others, but she was beginning to see that perhaps it was for herself… Maybe she was weak and pathetic and worthless. Tears welled up in her eyes, and not just because of the pain of him raking his claws off of her. Blood pulsed wildly and caused throbbing pain from where he had been on her. His voice would haunt her, but those last words brought a little hope – but the only glimmer of hope she felt was of survival.

What was the use of goodness if it couldn’t talk sense into evil? Perhaps that wolf she had bumped into was right; maybe all evil wolves should die. Maybe she should try finding him again; maybe he could get rid of this monster, maybe, maybe, maybe. The only maybe that had to be a must, was getting out from under him and away. Run. Run. She commanded herself to move, but there was blood falling from her in drips from a few of the wounds, and she felt a little lightheaded. Run. You. Have. To. Run. Tovaana did not doubt that he could change his mind, so she needed to do as he said. The old part of her thought up a few taunts, about how she had outsmarted him, but a seeded fear told her to keep quiet and meek…and to run.

It was more of dragging herself from under him and telling herself not to look back. Her body was shivering constantly now as she pushed herself up onto her feet in agony, and through the pain and exhaustion – ran, limped, fell, got up, ran some more – and kept running, trying to keep the tears from her eyes so she could see where she was going.

- exit tovaana -

[Blood]

Bane;

The pretty she-wolf wiggled her thin little body out from underneath him, and struggled to get her paws beneath herself. Her normally pure white and golden speckled coat was stained with bloody patches of fur and red streaks, but to Bane it didn’t look ugly. It made her even more beautiful. She was his wonderful work of art that he had created. She had been his canvas and he had decorated her exquisitely with his unique creative taste. His beady yellow eyes watched her every move, and his dark ears pressed forward as her breathing passed from her lungs with a raspy sound and labored whimpers. She finally got up, leaving a small patch of red grass behind and a trail dripping from her belly.

Tripping and falling over herself, the she-wolf finally began to scamper off, but before she got too far, Bane suddenly hopped forward and reached out, snapping at her tail. He purposely missed, but he made sure she heard his threat, and he could have sworn she picked up her stumbling pace as he let out a coarse laugh that turned into a gurgling growl at the end. His focus stayed on her fleeing form for as long as it was in view, and when she finally vanished in the forest, Bane grunted and shook out his fur.

The scent of blood was strong as it lingered over the area. The tast of it too as he panted his bloody tongue before pressing it to the roof of his mouth and sliding it across his lips. The she-wolf’s barrier power ability had made him bite a nice sized gash in the side of his tongue when she threw it up in front of him. Unfortunately for her, it hardly did any damage, and it wasn’t even able to save her from his own natural strength. The little runt did have some guts standing up to him, and as he began to walk off in the opposite direction as the she-wolf, he had a sure feeling that he would see her again.

-Exit Bane