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Post by Cypress on Sept 30, 2010 16:41:25 GMT -5
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The summer nights of the tundra were chilly and still, nothing seemed to be stirring when night fell. Creatures were huddled in their dens, birds fluffed in their nests, wolves with their pack.....Not tonight though. One wolf lay in the near the edge of the field, cushioning herself on a few rare tufts of grass to avoid the icy slush.
The night sky was alight with stars and a full moon hung in the frozen air, the pale light played on the ground. Cupressus lay on her side, resting her head at a slight angle to view the stars. This forsaken place was her home now....it had been for over two years, yet her heart ached.
Her mate and pups were lost to the winter....be they alive or dead she was not sure. She just knew that they no longer were by her side. Her Empress was teetering on the brink of total insanity, all motherly-kindness was lost along with her soul. Cypress' muscles still ached from the fight she had with the Empress, attempting to over power her and calm the quaking mass.
The female yagi was at a loss of what to do next. Her loyalty to her Empress and the pack was starting to be weighed against her own survival and lively hood. She still hunted for the pack, it was her job to do so. However, past the monotonous task of providing for her broken home...she felt she had nothing left.
Lately she only found solace in the stars. They were quiet, timeless, and always there. There was no judgment from their cold eyes, just observation and light. The yagi gave a heavy sigh, sending a warm cloud of breath into the air. Everything else was changing.....things were falling apart...and here she was powerless to stop any of it.
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Post by Arkham on Oct 4, 2010 18:36:51 GMT -5
A desolate, moaning wind crept stealthily across the lands, its bare fingers inhabiting every nook and cranny in the landscape as it slid over the deserted plains. The tough, bristling grasses that carpeted the icy ground clawed at the air, as if endeavoring to clutch at the wind, bring it down, cease its endless, lost meanderings through the abandoned terra. The territory was bleak, as if it were a scene of a graveyard, painted in grayscale. There seemed to be just as much life stirring in these lands as in a graveyard, with nothing but the spirits of the wind to inhabit the forsaken grounds. The gray light filtering through the thick cloud cover dipped the terrain in drear and gloom, marking the place as one of desolation and despair. It was the sort of landscape that would easily lead an onlooker to believe it a place devoid of happiness and life, where the only creatures capable of survival were those that lived upon the misery and anguish of others.
Thick, heavy pawsteps caused the brittle snow underpaw to crackle and hiss softly, as if each step that this creature took was unwelcome upon these lands, as if it were a sacrilege just for this beast to tread the sacred grounds of the Tundra. Piercing jewels of fiery amber swept across the horizon, taking in the lay of the land, familiarizing themselves with the eccentricities in the topography. To say the least, there weren’t many that were immediately visible, which was no surprise. The terra was composed mostly of ice and snow with sparse foliage, nothing commentable really. But there seemed to be something that the creature sensed in the atmosphere that pleased him, something of a faded and veiled memory. Finally, the unrelenting eyes focused on one point in the distance, and without further delay, the muscles, warm with running, shifted, bearing their owner with an unmatched alacrity towards his destination. It did not take long for the being to arrive at the predetermined location; It was none other than the den site that he had so feebly fled a few months before hand.
His bodice cut an imposing figure against the stormy sky, his stance proud, head, ears and tail high, showing no deference, despite the fact the he was upon foreign territory. Once again, he scanned his surroundings, getting a feel of the terrain. Would he see her again? Should he even try? She would hate him, Arkham knew it. He had faced her wrath once before, and even then she could hold her own. With a silent swallow, the brute drew ever closer to the den he had once shared with his mate and family. Sure a little while ago that was bitter to taste, but Arkham felt much differently now. He always had, but he felt a failure for letting himself be at mercy of another. To have 'loved' another. And so he panicked, and fled his home, pups in tow, leaving Cupressus to her own, confused reasons as to why. Had she ever looked for them? Had she ever cried herself to sleep? Arkham had, more often than not. But tonight, he didn't care. He didn't care what others thought about his love for Cupressus, and their family. Tonight, was the night, all the suffering would come to an end, hopefully. Nose firmly planted n the snow, it twitched feverishly, Cypress was close. However his nose led him away from the den, and slowly, but surely, Arkham followed her scent. It let him to a large, open field, and even though there was nothing around- it was hard to make out any shapes around him. She was closer, however, and with a pause, Arkham decided to stop. With an excited, yet weary whine, Arkham planted his behind firmly on the ground, waiting for whatever was about to unfold, to unfold.
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Post by Cypress on Oct 4, 2010 19:01:57 GMT -5
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Her eyes had closed after she sighed, just trying to gather herself. Maybe she just needed a rest....the wind softly picked up, ruffling her fur. She enjoyed the caress as much as she could. The sky seemed to whimper at her misery as if....wait...a whimper?
Her intense green eyes snapped opened, her ears twitched awkwardly. Not really wanting to get up she tried to turn her head to see if she had actually heard what she thought she did. Seeing nothing, she rolled to her stomach, feeling like she was no longer alone. The pale moonlight allowed her to see clearer than she would have normally. She saw a shadowy figure...her hackles rose in alarm. She had let her guard down that much? In a aching movement she got to her feet and turned her horns toward the newcomer. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she focused on the yagi.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her voice caught in her throat as if she saw a ghost..."Ar..kham?" She stood frozen, so many things were running through her head. He had left her, why was he here? Was he a ghost? What did she do? What could she do? She could not help it, her fur was on end, her poorly docked tail was half way between aggression and submission, struggling for neutrality.
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Post by Arkham on Oct 4, 2010 19:18:02 GMT -5
Ruby optics focused on a moving silhouette in the distance, the wind too, caressing his burly frame in its own form of excitement. This was it. This was the fanfare that would determine both their fates. He sensed her discomfort, he had smelled it all before. He had missed it. Sure, she was a little broken, but weren't they all? She didn't need him, but he hoped that she'd let him back in. He would do anything to prove just how much he was sorry. How much he cared for her. Not a night went by that he didn't imagine her close. Her delicate horns twisted within his own, her paws upon his heart.
His heart thundered in his chest, his hot breath filling the air around him in thick clouds of steam. Part of him wanted to just run to her, to console her, to embrace her. Another part knew better, knew that right now, was not the time. Orbs stinging with warm tears, Arkham let a small smile caress his features.
"Cupressus."
He whispered, barely making an audible sound. He felt as though his heart was about to give out. About to stop beating inside his very ribcage. She took his breath away. This situation took his breath away. He decided that his next move would be a critical one. He felt sick. And his stomach turned in compliance. He was happy to see her, yet saddened at what he had done to her.
"Cupressus..Cup-"
Was all he murmured as the brute dropped his head in shame. He would forever curse himself for what he had done. [/center]
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Post by Cypress on Oct 4, 2010 19:28:26 GMT -5
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His voice made her heart skip a beat, it brought her out of her shock. Her ears flattened to her head, she felt warm tears stinging her eyes. He had left her but he came back. He was not there and how he was. Maybe her life was not broken after all. However, the fact he left her flared up in her eyes. How much she wanted to hate him for it.
All she could say through choked tears and heart-broken rage was thus: "YOU BASTARD!" Her voice broke the silence of the tundra, oh she was happy to see him, but still upset. She ran toward him, horns down, though it did not seem to be an actually charge. She was in limbo of what to feel. She slowed her charge at the last second and rammed into his chest just hard enough to let the air escape them both. The deadly spokes of her horns did not penetrate him, they never touched him. She did not move from her headbutt, she stood there, tears streaming down her face.
" Why did you leave me?!" All she could do was bury her hot face into his warm chest, nuzzling, trying to hide her face. Oh how she missed him, like she never imagined she could. She was shaking with her tears and the residual temper that often accompanied the proud yagi race. Her tail finally decided what to do, it went low, wagging slowly as she whimpered into him.
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Post by Arkham on Oct 5, 2010 19:33:32 GMT -5
Arkham didn't get to see Cupressus' reaction to seeing him again. Which in some ways, it was a good thing. If he had seen the hurt in her eye's, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. She screamed fiercely at him, which he had expected, but the sound echoed through his mind feverishly. It was mournful, yet thick with anger. He heard her move, and the male tightened his body, ready for impact. He had already accepted whatever she was going to do to him, and he deserved it.
With a heavy thud, Arkham gritted his canines as she rammed him. But it wasn't as hard as he had thought, but it still made him catch his breath. Also to his surprise, Cupressus had broken down right before him, uttering a few words before caressing his chest with her head. With an even deeper release of breath, more tears now wet his rounded face. He nuzzled her close, licking her forehead softly. It wasn't the scenario that he had painted in his mind, but he accepted it readily. Her sobbing stung at his heart, and he let out an apologetic whimper.
"I... I... Was afraid."
Was all he could manage to whisper between his nuzzling and licking. And he had been afraid. Afraid of love. He had promised himself many years ago to never, ever fall into that trap. And he often thought that perhaps it was the puppies that actually made him feel this way about her. They played a part yes, but it was only in bringing them together. The rest they did themselves. Holding her closer, Arkham relished in her embrace, never wanting this moment to end.
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Post by Cypress on Oct 6, 2010 5:59:22 GMT -5
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All she could do was whimper softly into him. His warmth, is scent, his presence all encompassed her. For the first time in a while, she felt safe and at home. Her ears flickered slightly when he said he was afraid, that confused her a little...why was he afraid? She puzzled over it a moment....then a dark nagging came to the back of her mind.
He still didn't know.
A sense of dread came over her. She had just basically spilled her heart to him, but she had to tell him. She bit her lip, tears returning once more as a certain self-loathing came to the forefront of her mind. The irony of it was that she had needed the pups for the Empire and when he left....he took them. That had stung the deepest.
She looked up at him, meeting those fiery orbs briefly before looking down, abashed almost. " Where are they?" She wanted to know they were safe, but she also did not want them to know the reason for their conception, which she would soon reveal to their father. She fidgeted slightly, if Arkham was paying attention he would know something was wrong.
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Post by Arkham on Oct 6, 2010 18:04:56 GMT -5
Arkham's massive frame shook softly. And it wasn't because of the mounting snow around him. It was all these feelings, sweeping through his body simultaneously. A huge part of him thanked the Gods that there hadn't been more of a fight. He knew he had done wrong, and he also knew that she would make him work for her forgiveness. But all that could be settled through common conversation, and not a heated argument. He didn't even question himself on that thought, he just didn't want to hurt her anymore. Mentally or physically.
He knew her question would come, as any worried parent would. But it was the urgency in her voice that caused the brute to frown somewhat. Did she not trust that he had taken care of them? No. There was something else.
"They are just fine. At home, waiting for me.... or, us."
He whispered softly in her ear. She was so much smaller than him, but far from fragile. He listened to Cupressus' heart quicken in pace, her body twitching feverishly. He sensed her slight.... fear? Now what on earth did she have to be uncertain about? Nudging her neck gently with his nose, arkham let his jaws part.
"Cypress? Something wrong?"
Perhaps this was not the happy ending he was after, after all.
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Post by Cypress on Oct 6, 2010 19:23:58 GMT -5
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She bit her black lip and stared at the ground. His breath on her neck made her waver a little. He had grown on her so much....she wanted to be with him....but relationships cannot of secrets...or lies.
She spoke softly, trying not to look in his eyes, only lifting her muzzle so he could hear...." I needed to get pregnant...for the Empire. That night...I had to, I was running low on time and it was in desperation that I actively was searching for a male yagi to be a sire for me." She didn't want to leave the warmth of his chest, so she stood stock still....expecting him to pull away, but wishing he wouldn't
She wanted to tell him, 'but that was before I knew you! Things are different now. I want to be with you!' or even, 'I'm sorry, I love you, I felt you had to know!' But she could not muster the courage to say any of those things, she felt so feeble and small. Her ears were pinned so hard on her head it hurt. She was growing angry with herself, why couldn't she say those things?
Cautiously, she brought her eyes up to his..trying to gauge a reaction. She was tense now, however the tear tracks were still on the fur of her cheeks, growing cold as a summer snow storm blew in.
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Post by Arkham on Oct 6, 2010 20:22:25 GMT -5
Arkham was still nudging Cypress softly as her soft voice echoed in his audits. Albeit, it wasn't something that he had expected. It seemed his heart slowed its thunderous beating, whilst he processed what the now still female had said. He paused now, pulling his head away from her nape to stare at her conflicted green orbs. What the fuck did she say? More so, why even say it? He raised a 'not-impressed' brow. He didn't understand. But he did.
He too sat stiff, contemplating his next move. She told him because, she didn't want to be with him. That's why she had said it. He was sure of it. It was her way of letting him go. After all that. In some sick way, he understood. How foolish was he to think that she might have loved him. She had merely used him, for her own packs gain. It was that miserable Alpha. Sheeba. Forcing her pack members to breed. Crazy bitch.
Arkham didn't know what to say. If he even wanted to say anything at all. His eyes still lay transfixed on hers, but with a heavy snort, he looked away. His thoughts laughed at him. He did what he promised himself not to do, and look what happened. He was right. He was always right.
Getting to his paws, Arkham gave Cupressus a few last licks to her face. He knew when he wasn't wanted. And with one last look into those pretty green eyes, the brute turned heel, feeling anything he said at the point would be invalid anyway. And he set back off in the way he had come, a growl of warning to not follow him emitting from his twisted lips.
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Post by Cypress on Oct 7, 2010 6:33:39 GMT -5
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She could not process fully what happened. His chest became hard under her....he pulled away. The look in his eye said it all. He misunderstood. She wanted all cards on the table before she agreed to give herself to him fully. But he....he thought it was over.
She tried to follow him, but his menacing growl froze her in place. "Arkham...."" She whispered, he wasn't listening. She was beginning to panic, she yelled on the growing wind, "ARKHAM!" He was gone....
She just stood there in the gathering snow, once again alone and cold on the damn tundra that had swallowed her life. It seemed like hours that she stood there, it very well may have been. Suddenly her eyes flashed with anger, " That damn, thick headed bastard......I'll show him!" With that she ran after his vanishing paw prints, hoping to keep following his scent on the wind. She would find him, and she would set him straight.
She will prove that she loved him. Even if she had to beat him half to death to show him.
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