What An Acquaintance (Tor/Scorch/Thanatos)

[muertoalice]

A full moon was high in the sky, making everything glow in a pale blue lighting. The water at this time was just as black as the sky and sparkled with the reflections of the stars. The night was rather cold for summer but the warm breeze made up for it. Tall green and yellow sea grass grew scattered around around the cold and tan sand beach bedding. The vast sky was filled with an ocean of bright stars. Volcanic like rock and black cliffs stood at the horizon of the surrounding area. Anyone could also clearly hear the nice sound of the water splashing onto the rocks that stood to close in the waters depths.

If only the undead she-wolf could see, or feel for that matter, all of these things. When your body continues to rot, it tends to loose feeling, barely feeling numb. Muerto's purple tongue seemed to be black in her bone muzzle. She missed being able to see the night, able to feel the wind in her fur. She had lost her sight a while ago, but feeling only to recently. What kind of hell would a wolf be condemned to to neither feel or see, smell and taste. It leaves one's soul empty like. She had already missed the smell of the salty waters, feeling the grass beneath her paws, and looking up into the dreamy sky.

Muerto stood at the waters edge. She could hear her front paws splash the shallow water but could hardly feel it. Her dark pink eyes still had the ability too movie, and so she looked down only to see darkness, like everywhere else she looked. A silver tear finely found its way to the corners of her eyes and began to drop down. They suddenly dried as fast as they had started to come and she wagged her tail with a wide smile on her bone mouth. Muerto raised her head to the sky and one could see the heat of her breath within her fleshless mouth, and suddenly a song busted and flew out like a blue jet sound. The song was happy sounding and yet almost depressing. It was a melody that could catch anyone moving to.

OCC; The song is based off of Plant Life by Owl City, muse also came from Yacht Club by Owl City

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] Ooc: Powerplay with Phoenix’s permission. The cool night provided a fresh breath of air against Scorch’s pelt and the cold light of the moon turned his fur into undulating ice blood as he trotted lazily upon the soft sand. Tor and he had silently stolen away from the Mafia territory as soon as dark had hit, thus preventing anyone from noticing their leave of absence. It was better to meet in another territory, free from prying and conniving eyes. As sad as the matter was, their affections could easily be used against them, and it took enough energy to fight off his own demons without battling against others. He glanced down with a loving look in his eyes at the female that trod beside him, and nudged her gently to indicate that he wished to stop. The surrounding area faced the ocean and Scorch walked over to some sea grass, lying down with a sigh as he gazed across the vast openness of the land. As much as he disliked water, the sight was certainly a decent one and rather conducive to charming. He had decided he wanted none other than Tor, and was seeking to woe her to be his official mate; perhaps they would have pups of their own to continue on their legacy one day? He knew naught of the ways of raising pups, but he knew of the ways required to defend them. Perhaps Tor would know more on the matter? Tonight was an opportune setting for such a delicate topic and Scorch patted the ground with his tail as an invitation to Tor to join him. The silence was comfortable and for once Scorch was being left alone, free from the berating musings of his phantom. Smiling in a confident matter he was about to attempt to address the difficult topic when a brief movement caught his eye. Hunching down he stared at the shore as the shape of a wolf moved at the water’s edge. Cursing his luck he stared at his exhaustless phantom, hackles raised in anger. He whispered softly, “Do you see that? The bastard’s back....” And with that he started to stalk down to the beach moving swiftly and keeping low to the ground as his eyes narrowed in heinous hate. Perhaps if he had stayed to hear if Tor could see it he would have known that this was not his ghost as none other than he was fated to see the apparition, but he moved out without thinking of such a detail. However he did notice that something was off, never had his spectre simply appeared at not approached him, and never had it seemed more then opaque at best. But there could be no mistaking that rotting flesh and heartless smile and so in his anger Scorch took no heed to his warning signals and launched himself into a full sprint of attack. Reaching his curse he stopped and snarled out in deep anger, “Can you not leave me be?! If I could slay you on this spot you’d already be dead you cowering filth of the Earth!” He was now on full protection mode, what he had deemed his had been threatened and as a territorial animal he approached the matter with a fierce and hungry determination. Standing up to his full height his posture was that of a rigid fighter, barely holding back on the attack as his muscles remained tense and ready to spring. A chilling snarl was plastered across his maw and his see eyes were turbulent, reflecting that of a destructive hurricane roaring through the ocean. No more would he cower, it was no longer a matter of his life, but of that of Tor’s. [/scrolly]

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[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor had followed Scorch, away from the jungle, away from prying eyes. She did not want there love to be proved as weakness. They walked together through the cove their pelts brushing matching steps. She gave a nod as she understood Scorch's request to stop. She stood and watched as he walked over and lay on a patch of sea grass and smiled as he invited her to join him. She was about to walk over when a disturbing scent filled her nose. She froze dead still and looked to the waters edge where she saw a figure, a female that carried the scent of rotting flesh. She looked to Scorch wanting know if he saw it aswell but he already answered her question. Before she could reply he already took off sliding swiftly across the ground and towards the creature. She took off after him assuming that he must be thinking that this "creature" down by the shore was the ghost he must be seeing. But something about this told her that this was no ghost but clearly a living creature. She took off after him but he had already had a head-start and before she knew it he was already in front of the female. She could hear his voice as he snarled at her, he stood up high every muscle in his body ready to fight. She slowed her pace to stand beside him. She brushed her pelt against his trying to calm him down. She moved her muzzle to his ear and whispered. "Shhh, she is not a ghost, she is solid and I can see her aswell. Giver her a chance to explain fist before you continue yelling your head off." She gave him a tap with her tail and stepped in front of him. This wolf was quite a horrifying sight, her muzzle was entirely bone and skin and muscle were missing from most of her body getting less and less as it neared her tail. The wolf's eyes were pink and she could just see a thin white film over them. She was blind, she could not see them. "Greetings, who and what are you, may I ask?. We won't hurt you, not yet at least. She whispered the last part of her sentence and no she would not attack just yet she would give the female a reason to explain her presence and appeareance, then if needed she would attack.