SUCH A COLD WORLD [arky]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/e6vgo8.jpg] Seven hadn't really meant to stray off. She had been on patrol, takeing a look at the Knights borders. But she may have stepped over the line a little, gone over onto the neighboring packs lands. But who would catch her? It was dark out, and even though it was fall a soft snow was going on. The falling layers padded her paws as she walked toward the mountain range, knowing that she should turn back. But...she had never really had a chance to explore the lands of wonder why. And why not do so now? As she got closer to the mountain range, the idea of exploring seemed to get better every second. But the weather seemed to disagree with her. Because it snowed herder the closer she got as well. Soon, Seven was forced into a cave at the lower end of the range to get away from the snow. Once in, she settled herself with a view of outside and waited.

[Arkham]

It was cold and dark, midnight clustering with shadow kisses over the contours of green and silver fur. His silhouette was framed by the pale laps of moonlight in a sea of night. He was just an image of pointed ears, a sharp maw, the arc of his neck, the outline of shoulder blades, the curve of his spine, and the slight flare of angular hips. The flare of illumination provided by the obscure goddess of the moon above let him fade in and out of view—around him the ugly radiance of snow that arose into the night air. Even in the shadows of the night, Arkham could see the towering mountain ranges.

He’d carved his way through Shinkou, starting from the Tundra and enduring forth with a swagger of intention. His heated body ached with the activity of traveling so far, a painful sensation that was welcomed to his numb body. Originally, he had had the idea of finding something to consume. His stomach had twisted in response, a gurgle rising in his throat. Arkhaml then pushed the thoughts from his mind and forgot about his deprivation of food.

The idea of slumber was distant, although he was exhausted—the idea of unconsciousness luring, but equally disgusting due to the fact he knew nightmares would plague his unprotected mind. What horrible conflictions. His feet dragged, his breath was deep, his eyes unfocused. Arkham was little more than the walking dead, that night.

The hours passed with the brute aimlessly wondering, with a single point in mind. How could she do this to him? How could she use him so? With an intense growl, the male shook his head. Why did it even bother him? It wasn't like he didn't use her as well. It all seemed so childish, but ever since he realized he loved Cupressus, such news cut him deeply. He almost relished the pain, for it meant he was alive. Something he hadn't been in a long, long, long time. And just like his miserable form changed, so did the weather. The air grew thick with snow, which was something he was used to, but didn't like all that much. Damn that Tundra. Damn Cupressus. His heavy lids drooped, and he only made it so far until he dropped to his haunches and surveyed the area. Ruby orbs searched for shelter. Getting to his paws once more, the brute moved forth, in search of sanctuary. The moon winked above, a cruel and bright sliver in the sky that matched his crescent-frown.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/e6vgo8.jpg] The caves walls dripped melted snow that had somehow found its way in. The floor, once dry stone, was now dotted with small puddles along the walls edges. Seven lay among all this, closing her eyes against the storm and drifting in and out of sleep. So, she wasn't sure if, when she looked out of the cave, and saw a figure walking through the blinding snow, if she was still dreaming or not. As she stood and walked into the jolting snow, she found out it wasn't. The snow was just too sharp as it, combined with the wind, cut through her coat. Making her shiver before she staggered forward and sniffed the air to make sure the form was really real. A mixed sent of male, yagi, and other smells filled her nostrils. So he was real. Squinting against the snow fall, she attempted to be heard through the wind and other storm sounds. "Hello? There's shelter this way."

[Arkham]

With a heavy grunt, Arkham had accepted the fact that he would get even more lost and miserable in this storm. He still didn't have any luck in finding shelter, the Gods smiting him yet again. And perhaps he deserved it.

Alas, by some strange stroke of luck, a petite voice rang out through the screaming winds. Ears flattened, Arkham squinted through the white mass that cascaded around his form. He really didn't feel like company at this point.

He spotted a bleak green pelt, and tall horns almost dancing at him through the white blanket. With a deep inhale through his flaring nostrils, Arkham sensed another Yagi. Female. Great. None the less, if he had heard right, she had shelter somewhere close.

Venturing closer, the brute just nodded, ruby eye's clear for her to see that he had understood, and for her to lead the way.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/e6vgo8.jpg] She couldn't really tell if the wolf had answered or not. She couldn't really see. It was really really windy, and she was starting to regret going out here in the first place. Wonderful, but she wasn't going to trudge on home in a blizzard. So instead she let out a huff and barked out, "This way than." Turning, she made her way back to the cave. She couldn't say that she was hoping that he had heard her, she really wasn't. But at least if he had it would be some extra warmth in the cave. Ducking as she entered, she turned and stood. Squinting through storm to see if the silhouette would start moving toward the cave.

[Arkham]

The brute didn't really pay attention to the female's next few words. His ears were flat to his skull, nose pointed sharply toward the ground. His ruby optics followed her awkward shuffle through the weather, it seemed like forever that he had felt the sun on his back, with a warm breeze ruffling his fur.

It was then he spotted the safehaven. The cave. Arkham stiffened at the mere sight of it, poised as if frozen, one solid paw still in the air. It looked all too familiar. If Seven listened hard enough, she would probably hear the brutes brain working over-time. Should he go in? Images flashed through his mind, and even though it was fa from the original cave, it was still quite eerily familiar.

With a stiff growl, Arkham inched forward. He wasn't going to let that using bitch get the best of him anymore. He watched as the female rested, and he ducked in quickly, fierce optics sizing her up automatically. Not that he was afraid, but it was instinct, and one could never be too careful.

Letting his massive form drop to the dirt below, Arkham stared out, his heart racing. What the fuck had happened these past few months? He didn't know. And, he didn't want to know. Suppressing a whine, Arkham wondered about his pups. They were only seven months old, but he knew damn well they could hold there own. It had only been a few hours at the most, and he had supplied them with enough food to last a few days. But he missed them. They loved him. Didn't they?

Still not in the mood for conversation, the brutes lips twisted into a tiny snarl, another growl of warning escaping them.

"Don't come near me."

Was all it said.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/e6vgo8.jpg] Seven recalled blinking before she slowly turned her head away from the cave entrance, than toward the male. What had he just said? He must be delusional, driven a bit mad after wandering out in the snow for so long. She would be the same, but she would have the sense not to snap at her savior. Seven let out a small huff. Asshole. "You realize that I just saved your ass right?" Her brows would have moved upward if she had any. An asshole, who didn't appreciate others. Quite fun. "You know, I wouldn't be that happy being trapped in a snowstorm with a stranger either." She paused and shook her head at him. "A thank you would be a nice first thing that came out of my mouth, not a 'get away'"

[Arkham]

Arkham licked his lips lazily as the female shot her mouth off at him. Closing his eye's in annoyance, the brute shook his head. They always did. Why were females such horrible bitches? Always screaming. Always crying. Always fucking smart arses.

He rolled his eyes at her as she carried on, only to place his head on his paws and stare back outside. To be truthful, he felt a little nervous. It seemed that history was repeating itself. Lost in his thoughts, Arkham didn't realize that Seven had finished snapping at him.

With a heavy snort through his nostrils, Arkham contemplated on ignoring her. No he couldn't. If he did she would just keep going on and on and on. It was then a small smirk appeared on his maw.

"If it bothers you that much female, you could always, I don't know, fuck off?"