Pretty Little Wreck{Ophidian}

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/30c6tth.jpg] The quiet dusk wrapped itself around everything. Few birds were singing their songs and the deer had also quieted down for the approaching night. It was like everything was getting ready to call it a day and lay their heads down to rest for the coming day. But not everything was ready to rest. No, in fact for many other creatures dusk was the time to become active. Large predators were beging to prolw about in search of food. As she moved higher up Nea searched for a place to rest. For days now she had just wandered. The loss of her dear former lover had left her reeling, just now was she starting to get over him. Her sweet Isaak. A whirlwind of violence with the mind of a killer. It was why she loved him. His carnage and rage were beautiful only to those who could understand it. Unfortunately not many saw this in fact it seemed Nea was the only one who truely understood it. In their travels they had come across wolves who raised concern. Back then small wounds, products of Isaak's harsh love, littered her form. Stranger wolves would at times become concerned for her, but Nea told them there was nothing to be concerned of. Most of them assumed she was attacked by another animal. Only about twice did a wolf now it was Isaak who had decorated her with bloody marks. But Nea had explained to them like she did to all others. Those marks were how Isaak showed his love, there was nothing to worry about. Thinking about that caused a warm pain to spread through her body. She stopped and let the phantom hurt wrap itself around her. As soon as the pain had came there was a rush of joy as the pain turned candy sweet. Nea growled from the sudden wash of pleasure, her rust ears flattening against her head. Though there was no wounds she could feel various points of discomfort where the pain was emanating from. Unfortunately Nea knew that her joyous aches would end. It had been happening every once and while now and each time the pain receded quicker then the last. So it didn't surprise the female wolf when the soreness melted away seconds after. Nea let out a shaky sigh in disappointment. " Better get moving. " she muttered to herself and continued on. It had became slightly dark when she the earth below her paws had evened out from it's sloping. Now Nea was standing in front a cave. It's gaping mouth was filled with blackness that looked as though it could swallow up every last speck of light on earth. Cautiously she crept up to the cave and sniffed to see if she could detect any signs of an occupant. There was the dull scent of foxes, a bear, and other wolves. Looks like this cave was popular for a brief resting spot. Nea stepped into the darkness of the cave and made sure she was really alone. When she was sure she returned to the mouth of the cave and circled three times before laying down. Amber eyes stared off into the distance as if expecting someone to familiar to emerge. Word Count: 539 Muse: So so. Song: None Comment: It's rushed, sorry.

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[bg=9D8651] Intense eyes brought him up his silent passages, the high elevations almost a whisper of place all its own. It was another part of the world, another part of their memories. It was beautiful, it was laced in a bitter sweet drug off of poisonous plant. For ever piece of beauty in this area, one would come across a danger. Evenly matched, a supreme spot of a beginning, of a middle, of the end. Ears lifted firmly on his head, surveying the land that he was feeling comforted in, his paws carrying him effortlessly, his eyes coming to pits of the greedy vipers, to the other turn where it seemed to be lustily ready to puncture the flesh. Ah, it was like the world had been at war with the divine, and had lost. Still it remained somehow standing, and the inclines were treacherous as the earth sought out the death of anyone the divine loved. A pittance, none would allow Ophidian to die quite that easily, but for the rest? Why, it would be an honor to be a chosen one, if they so restlessly took the wrong step on their footing, fell far to their doom. He had traveled these lands often enough, taking his pleasure from the tremulous giveaways where small animals slipped and fell to their death. Padding along after nothing in particularly, claws etched the earth and the cool winter whispered. It was a season he was not so fond of, but he allowed his thoughts to stay drugged on it. This was his land, his merriment. He was pleased for the ability to have it so close to him, this land, this place. Oh, it was a place worth keeping. It was the place he had slowly scouted out for a few weeks before he had ever set foot, and he had known it was his calling. It was what the Good Ones had intended for him, and Ophidian knew it would be here. This would be his kingdom, this would be his empire. The cave was a place of sweet whispered, the scents of various creatures fresh. No, he often did not choose this specific cave, it was more of a scouting point in his endeavors. It was too obvious, too much a place that someone with no good sense would pick for a front, while it was high enough; the escape routes were slim. He had only discovered four in the thick routes of the dense cavern, and two he had not been able to access. He was too large, too grand to behold, and thus could not wiggle like some pup or female through he narrow ways. This day, the male offered his presence to the cave however. He had been climbing opposite the wanderer, his purposeful steps leaving him to a wedge between two rocks. While he studied the hole with hinting dispassion, he fought down his amusement. Once upon a time, there had been a bear that resided there. Clearly, it no longer did. Perhaps it should have slimmed down, became capable of slipping through the crevices. The black beast shoved himself forward into the tight space, his body shoved into submission of the cave onto his stomach as he worked his way through. While it caused a bit of a scuffle, the arrogant creature had done it enough not to perform the task obnoxiously. He was not so crackling, so arrogant as he pulled himself forward. Never did it occur to the beast that an audience would way in wait, but the proud creature went through with the task always under the impression that there was; Emerging, soon enough, the large beast wiggled from the light lacking hole in the back of the cooler cave, rust eyes looking around instinctively. There was disturbance, and a fresh scent. As he shook himself off, dust and rocks tumbling out of his thick fur, the thick furred wolf carried himself forth. His gait was slow, and the female he discovered placed on the dust had him pausing in shock, his ears twisting cautiously. Who was she, why was she here, near his safe zone? His nose sniffed, but could locate no accomplice. His head tipped to the side, and lip curled at the edge faintly, noting how she was. She had likely just checked, just made a sweep of the cave. Protecting herself. Well, lucky for her he had already had his share off effort expanded for the day! The beast was lazy, and he watched the female wondering what sort of reverie she was thrown in. Or perhaps she had heard him, and was simply playing possum? It was a fair assessment, perhaps she was going to spring-attack him if he got too close. The sneer turned into a wolfish grin, pleased with his notion of her. Oh good! Perhaps she was a genius, someone not unworthy of the nearly divine's time. Eying the littering of fur, the scars likely hidden well beneath her lush coat in places, he spoke in a rich voice, "Someone has loved you very much, beauty." Lusty voice cooed gently, expectant eyes willing her to lull out of her stance.

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/30c6tth.jpg] How utterly amazing and extremely surprising it would be if her Isaak suddenly appeared in front of her, out of the distance, from nowhere, heck if he flew out of the sky. The huge amount of joy she'd feel. But that is just a crazy dream. You must move on, Isaak was your first and most certainly he will not be your last. But that doesn't mean I can't hold a special place in my heart for him. Nea gave a toothy grin at the conversation she was having with herself in her little head. Why if Nea didn't know any better she'd think herself insane. Some did think of her as so but everyone had their opinions even if they were wrong. But was it insane to want to be with a violent killer? What if they felt love for you? Surely that was all the reason one needed. As Nea mused through her thoughts and memories she suddenly found herself snatched away by the presence of something new. Her rust ears went up and she lifted her head. A strong scent greeted her, one that was male. A sound came from the back of the cave. Another wolf, but how? There was only this entrance and she saw no one come up here. She slowly rose to stand as she heard more movement from behind her. Nea turned and was staring at a wolf who almost seemed to be one with the shadows. He looked mighty in size. Much bigger then she, Nea was a small thing so just about any other wolf stood above her. But that did not mean she was to be taken lightly. Oh no, no, no. What Nea lacked in strength she made up in brains. "Someone has loved you very much, beauty." " Yes, my former lover was violently loving. ", she did nothing to hide the all to happy tone in her silky calm voice. The statement he made Nea smile. Yes, some had loved her very much in deed. But that someone was not here so her toothy smile closed up as quickly as it had opened. She inspected her guest. He had a powerful air about him. Could it be he was the alpha of some pack? His next statement or rather command made her tilt her head to the side. " Bow? You are a king then? " she said in her soft voice and bowed her head, " I was wondering why you had such a regal air about you. ", Nea made no hint to give away the fact that that last part was a lie. She hadn't been wandering that at all. A cold breeze blew that made Nea shiver slightly. She curled her soft red fluffy tail around one of her thighs. " Am I tresspassing in your cave? Will you harshly reprimand me? " Nea questioned lightly, though a moron wouldn't be able to hear the near eagerness of in her voice. If she was, what kind of punishment would she receive? Would she get a stern chunk removed from her shoulder? Oh how sweet the pain would be. Endless waves of heavenly fire erupting through her figure. The insane adrenaline rush would drive her over the edge no doubt. No one would've pegged Nea, a collected little lady, as a lover of pain. But they did not know her. Because if they did they wouldn't want to be around her. The female's company would've been the end of them if they couldn't handle themselves well in a fight. Nea thrived on chaos. She looked at the male in front of her. Was he like her? In a way he reminded her of Isaak. No, your just stuck on Isaak. Word Count: 619 Muse: Awesome!! Song: What You Do by Renard Comments: Yeah Brad!

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[bg=9D8651] Looking at the female as she responded, a hinting smile appeared about the male’s features. Pleased with himself for having the opportunity to surprise her, his tail swished as he pondered her reaction. She was wise in her movements, suggestive. Confident eyes watched with a subtle curiosity as he slowly pulled from the shadows, starting before her as the lady’s mind rumbled and tumbled over how she should react. His eyes flashed, and the husky chuckle rumbled and rolled from him, managing to keep his gaze haughty as he closed in on the beautiful, marred creature, his head leaning out forward without concern, breathing in her scent. Her lover? His head tipped, and he sniffed again, taking in her intoxicating scent. It was pure of her, there was a faint tendril of something, but she had not been in the presence of who she spoke of in a while. Taking a moment, the handsome creature rolled the concept, making it go over in hi mind thoughtfully. Ah, was this what it would come to then? Would he find some innocent little pain hungry lamb to consume? What a reward! What had he done that pleased the Good Ones so? It was a question to be placed away, back toward the chambers of his mind, locked away as he processed. He moved forward more firmly, languorously approaching the easy prey. As he pushed himself along her, head held high and ears twisted forward, he watched her respectful demeanor, that ringing hope in her voice that he could not help but miss. There was almost a demand in it, was there not? And as the male ran himself along her, rounded the female and came up on the left side, the opposite from what he had passed, he stared. His eyes looked at her, and he pushed close, growling low in his chest, "Does it matter, my lamb?"

[/color] Husky words demanded, his eyes flashing with pleasure as he swished his tail against her side, bumping her easily enough as he leaned his mouth up to his ear. "Whether or not this is my place? Does it matter at all, when you’re so alone and I should be able to do whatever I want with you?"[/font] Impatient words were getting shorter, his eyes looking at her knowingly, disapproval in his eyes.

The male turned himself, stepping back in a few steps, his eyes pulling over her. Then his teeth showed, and he snapped toward her face, teeth clashing through the air by her left eye as he pushed into her. His tail lifted, and he chuckled huskily, enjoying himself. There was something intimidating about him enough with his size. The opportunity she was whispering in his ear with her hopeful pleas was enough to set him in game mode. It was glorious, it was the first bout of excitement he had felt in a while. "All alone... Your lover is dead, is he? Or did he leave you? Are you a disobedient dog...? Are you?"[/font] Rumbling tones demanded, his eyes flashing intently. Moments after, he moved his body in a slight striking motion up against her soft stomach, teeth grazing through her fur as he snarled impatiently. It was a threat, her soft belly such an easy access point if she did not defend herself. Muzzle turned downward and Ophidian shoved his body against hers, urging her to topple down on the ground.

"Tell me your name, lamb."[/font] Demanding voice whispered, lopside wolfish grin looking devious as he peered at her, promising words whisking through the air as he leaned close, whispering, "I am an Emperor, I am your sweetest desire, pet."[/font]

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/30c6tth.jpg] Nea's keen eyes watched as the large male moved toward her. There was a faint echo that ran through her body. That call that told her to draw back and bare her teeth, but she had taught herself to not jump to that move whenever it popped up.His every step was taken in by her golden eyes and she did not let the tiniest move go unnoticed. While watching the male move Nea couldn't help but become wrapped up in his form. It was also the way he moved. So sure and with the authority of one who wielded power. His every step seemed to draw Nea in like a carnivorous plant. She took in his powerful scent all the while he moved along her sides. His push caused Nea to stumble from side to side but she smoothly came out of it and slightly stepped away. " I suppose it doesn't matter. I'd be the perfect opportunity wouldn't I? " she said in her relaxed voice. Either Nea was seeing things, which she was sure she wasn't, or this wolf was taking joy in her openness. In her time alone she would often play the pity card to get others, males especially, to fall for it only to turn on them in the end. But this time she wasn't using that tactic, no she was just being Nea, pain hungry, Nea. Then the male's sudden flash of teeth made Nea flatten her ears as a low grow came from her throat. Was there going to be a fight? If so then she welcomed it but at the small female refused to let herself be tumbled over by this stranger, even if he was a leader. She'd have to use wit to maneuver around him, her small size versus his large size obviously told who had the better strength. And when he pushed himself into her she felt it. So much force, she couldn't fight against it. But maybe she didn't have to. " I'm perfectly obedient if one can show me they deserve it. And I won't let you have a taste just yet, we just met one another after all. " she said grinned as she felt their two forms touch. Nea felt his teeth as it touched her soft belly. The same area where her biggest scar was. Nea knew she had to get him from under her. When she felt herself being lifted she rolled her body away and let herself tumble to the ground and danced away toward the left side wall of the cave. Nea crouched defensively and bared her teeth in a snarl. The wolf demanded her name and Nea smiled but kept her defensive crouch. " My name is Nea. And your's Mighty One, if you don't mind me asking? " her voice was went back to it's soft tone.

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[bg=9D8651] The female was beautiful with her marred flesh, and the simplistic grace that she presented as she carried herself. There was nothing to be said, really, to the way he looked at her in assessment. Taking a bit of a test run, his ears lifted and he allowed his intent gaze to pin on the ladylike she wolf. There was something about her that was not exactly submissive, but he could see that she would be quite the pleasurable creature. She could take a lot of turmoil, and therefore he managed to keep his grin delighted and wolfish, more than ready to launch himself at her if she dare tried to race away before he had concluded his investigation. His intense eyes watched, looking expectant as she wobbled and responded. There was that hint of defense, but no fight in her. She was testing him as much as he was her; it soothed his senses to know that she was not simply as mindless as most. His tail lifted higher in the air with her words, and he barked a sharp laugh. His husky tunes echoed off the wall, and he shook his head at her spunky remark. "You are quite the little fox, darling dove! I must say, I approve. I have no fancy for those who will settle for the weak." Reassuring voice laced the air as his tail swayed very slowly, arrogance sparkling in his features as he raised his head Luckily, the little wanton lady was not at a loss! Oh, who could compare the king that was he? It was hard to even begin to think such an assumption. While his paws pushed into the ground, he rolled his claws against the scratching earth and smirked. Watching the female take his insistence, but flee his touch to the other side, he remained motionless. Tension never rose into his muscles, he looked utterly at home, a faint smile played about his features simply as if to say he still approved. His name? Taking in the sound of her name, Nea, short and to the point, he inclined his head faintly. How lovely that was, something that would be simply memorized and would not take up such time. "I am called Ophidian, my lovely dove."

[/font] His announcement was cool, purposeful as he offered himself up, humoring her. Then, rather than approaching her, he simply lifted a paw and gestured faintly with a dip of his muzzle. "Tell me, how would you like me to earn you?"[/font] Blunt words were humorless, condescending. Perhaps he would take the time to get to know her, but the way she had worded things was slightly in challenge.

Would he fight her? Perhaps he would, although he would be sure to end it quickly. He had no time for tarrying fights, not at the present moment. Besides, he was not a fighter. He could fight, he would do so happily. But with his goals, his desires, he was much happier to find those who would fight for him. Fight at his side, fight while he dealt with more pleasurable circumstances. His eyes pinned on the rich colored female, and he growled huskily at her, eyes flashing. "Your lover is gone, little dove, you need someone who can give you all you've ever wished for... or you will suffer, those prickling feelings of memory will fade..."[/font] Soft taunting filled the air, stiffening himself faintly as he turned to face her head on.

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