Howl With Me [Open]

[katarilockheart]

I search for the answers I knew all along.

Lightning cracked dangerously overhead, its vicious streams of light cutting through the night sky like claws through flesh. The darkened clouds threatened to unleash a downfall of torrential rain, ready to drench all those out with its sombre tears. The shying moon peeked out from the thickening clouds, almost afraid to shine its calming light over the furious war that ravaged around its perfect circular form. Purple hues filtered from violet eyes, they stared out, watching the commotion with a slight awe as the female body attached shook at every thunderous roar. She could almost feel the anger, the dismay, the pain the bellowing sky demanded the surrounding world to feel. Her pain seemed yet stronger.

I'm never the wiser of what I've become.

There the female sat, her thin bodice shivering slightly from the cold breeze sweeping through her loosely held pelt, like fingers of death- Searching, waiting for her time to come. The pelt was all white, although it looked almost gray on this frosty night, dirt had embedded itself on every inch, smothering her senses with the scents she passed through. She dared not clean it. Last time she tried that, she lost part of her treasured tail. It seemed any brash movements would slowly eat away at her core, ridding her rotting body of all it chose to. Her back spines could already be seen protruding through her skin, as well as the claws that hung from fleshy paw pads. As she dropped her neck to look at them, she flicked another loose piece of flesh away in disdain and found herself wondering, like she had many a time, when it was, she would finally waste away.

Alone I stand.

But Katari hadn't always been this way, in fact, even now in her day to day life- she was never miserable, or rather- hid it well. Sometimes she cursed her species, there were times she couldn't wait for the end to raise it's ugly head. Conflicted between life and death, they both scared her undeniably. They played with her thoughts, they played with her body, they played with her emotions. She was nothing but a mere pawn in this game, fearing what lay ahead for her when she finally won or lost the battle. Albeit neither seemed within paws reach.

This pain so familiar and close to the heart.

Lifting her petite snout to the raging sky, the female Mortui let it part, pouring forth what might have been the last bit of her soul into the thriving landscape. The song echoed out to it's further-est reaches, sweeping through tree tops, edging between cavern rocks. Louder she sang, in what seemed to be her lowest moment to date. It had all gotten too much to bare, her face moistened as tears flowed freely. She sang of sadness, she sang of anger, she sang of fear. On she cried, willing the Gods to take her now, to rid her of this ghastly body, and to let her Spirit be free from all this madness. Sanctuary never came. All that followed was the wind, howling just as fiercely, accompanying her song with it's own.

Sacrifice yourself, and let me have whats left.

As her maw closed, and optics opened, she knew she was destined to suffer. For what? She had wondered a thousand of times. Sniffing softly, the female shook herself out, ridding her face of the tears that plagued her. Never would she let one see her this way, she would never forgive herself for being so 'weak.' Perhaps her way of thinking was due to her upbringing, but was never ashamed of it none the less. To be weak, was to die, and to die before your time would be tasteless. And so the female carried about her life as though she was on top of her game, although she knew she was more broken than most beings that walked this Earth. Her smile almost always faked, she didn't even know now if any were genuine anymore. From time to time, she would break down like this, in just small, quick moments. In some ways, she felt it was necessary, it showed her that she still had some true emotions flowing within her cursed veins. She would get through this, alone, like she always did. Never allowing herself to fall for another, or to be at the mercy of another soul that could tear her apart even more. Shaking her head and snapping at herself mentally, it was time to give up this childish display. Inhaling deeply, it was time to put her mask back on. Hopefully she didn't lose a paw in the process. She chuckled lightly at that thought, a small smile pushing itself upon her features. She propped her shoulders back, and sat a little straighter. Katari lived life by all her means, and hers alone. As she always did; She would show no mercy, no remorse, no love for anyone else but herself. Selfish? Perhaps.

I'll be the death of you.

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] Every Time I Think I’m Gonna Change it … Morbyd was running with no feeling again. He was always running in his dreams nowadays, never stopping, never tiring. It used to be exhilarating, it used to be fun to fantasize about it, about visiting a feeling like that only when the night limited you to dreams of escape. But that was it. Dreams were an escape to Morbyd now. Something was following him in his conscious mind, when he roamed the prairies and meadows and beaches, and the same thing was appearing in his mind. It had always been there, just on the brink of memory or focus, never daring to step into view. Morbyd never worried about it, it was a small nightmare, he thought. He kept it under control by keeping his thoughts positive and hopefully. His Light was prevailing over the Dark. But now it was wanting to be seen. It was invading his dreams, it was violating his thoughts. And Morbyd found he couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how hard he tried. Yes. Morbyd thought he could change everything this presence was creating. Every night he fell asleep thinking of happier things but his happiness was being reduced to depression, and his hope drowned in misery. So again, Morbyd was running. As explained, never running for fun, never for fun ever again, but in fear. Morbyd was running away. That’s all he was doing now. The presence had long since gotten off the brink of his mind. It was controlling it. And it was catching up to him every single night. It’s Driving Me Insane (driving me insane) … Morbyd tossed his head in his wild wake. The side of his soft face rapped against the hard ground. His shut his eyes tight and took in his breath with a hiss. He waited for the pain so to subside, breathing hard, his feather-soft purple chest rising and falling heavily. His heart was pounding, it was aching. He winced in pain and let out a moan, slowly rolling onto his other side. His chest was hurting a lot, lately. Though it seemed to be keeping him preoccupied now, his heart wasn’t bothering him as much as his dreams were. Dreams had always been a very, very important part of Morbyd’s life. It was in his dreams that Morbyd could forget pain, suffering, memory…but now those were the things he was dreaming about. He had these problems in his waking life and was expecting to escape them in the unconscious, but instead he was meeting these problems in his dreams. How was he ever to be happy? How was he ever to relax? It was driving him insane! Where was he to go? The presence was everywhere. Who was he to talk to? He was socially hesitant and very wary, and even so, there was no one who stayed long enough to listen. Morbyd dragged his paws up to his face and buried his muzzle in them. He let out a whine. He was tired, so tired, too tired, but he was determined not to return to the world he relied so heavily on. Do You Live, Do You Die, Do You Bleed … Morbyd’s eyes burned with the need of sleep. His took in the scents of the drying grasses, the dying grasses. The grass dried up so slow…did it hurt? He began to think. These grasses were stepped on, rained on, pecked it, pawed it…they were tortured every day. Was it a blessing that the autumn season killed them finally? The grass probably awaited the sucking of its lifeblood, no matter how slow, so they could finally die and escape the Hell of the world. At least until they came around the next Spring. They get a break from it all. Morbyd wished he could do the same. He let out a high-pitched cry. He used to be able to, his break was his dreams! His dreams drained him of world blood and filled him with a morphine of blissful life. He could feel nothing he didn’t want, but felt everything he needed to. And now this special high of his, this death he wanted, this Autumn of his own, was destroyed by a being he couldn’t control. Morbyd wanted to live in each world, but was dying instead. He was bleeding misery, and nothing could stop the flow. For the Fantasy? … Morbyd wanted to jump into a whole other realm of his own. He wanted to leave his former dreams to die, to abandon them and run off for another made-up paradise. He wanted to be a coward. He was no warrior, he never was. He knew this. This is why he sat on the dying ground now, the stars reflecting in his eyes, shining and tinkling, beckoning him to join them. And join them, he wanted to, he really wanted to. But he knew the moment he shut his eyes and drifted off was the moment that presence was going to come after him again. There was no paradise for Morbyd anymore, there was little he could do to stop everything from falling in. Something was stirring within him, and it was worse than the desolation that had befallen him. His current abode of melancholy was killing him, slowly but surely, and there was no Fantasy to run to. Automatic, I Imagine, I Believe… ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OOC: “The Fantasy,” by 30 Seconds to Mars ------------------------------------------------------------------------

[katarilockheart]

The weather eased somewhat, with the rain turning to but a drizzle, and the lightning only sprang forth when it felt it needed to remind those it was still there. It was still angry. With the wind still bustling about Katari's small form, her pink jewels stared up into the clearing night sky, just as Morbyd's were. But what was she thinking? What was she feeling? Some would say it was close to what the distant male, albeit perhaps subtle differences. They both wanted to escape something, that was known- but how far were each of them willing to go to get it?

With a flick of her half rotted tail, Katari shook out her fur and step paw upon the track of where she wanted to go. But where was that? She never knew, and that was half the fun. How interesting her life had been, so many memories of ones met, of the things done. Not always pleasant ones, but you cant have everything, right? It seemed something had flipped in the very dark corners of Katari's mind, that weak, miserable little wolf that could be seen before, was not present anymore, and she thanked the heavenly stars for that.

And so the female trotted in the night, silent as the shadows themselves, with only a flash from her magenta optics giving her away from time to time. She hadn't traveled all that long, before a small, desperate whine reached her now poised audits. She froze for but a moment, her nostrils flared, trying to find where it came from. Although being a decaying creature, one would question just how good her senses were. She knew it was male, a Lupus to be exact. She dropped to the ground, her underside clinging at the dirt. Her heart raced. It had been a very long while since she had the pleasure of ones company. Lifting her head ever so slightly, Katari peeked out of the tall grasses that lay about her. But something else was also lifting.... her excitement.

Inching forward like a snake in the grass, a small smile had popped onto her features and she found herself wondering again, was it genuine? True it had been some time since she had met another soul, and she felt like a puppy again. Never had she been so excited, perhaps it was that whine that got to her? He was broken, like she, perhaps...perhaps good could only come of this? Either that, or she would have her way with him, like many others, and leave without a word in the night? Who knew when it came to Katari, she changed her mind more often than not.

With another sniff, the female knew she was close. And although she was using her every effort to hide within her surroundings, her revolting stench almost always gave her away. Courtesy of the Mortui breed. Lucky for her she could only smell half of what they could, and after a while- they got used to it anyway. If, they were lucky enough to be around that long. He would smell her, she knew damn well of that. And so she dropped her to the ground again, waiting to hear his movements, if he were to do any. This was unlike Katari. She would usually be all in there mouth chattering, legs swaying seductively. It was unusual behavior indeed, and she just put it to her breakdown before. She needed a little time to regain her confidence. And then, the fun stuff, could begin.

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] There was a small tickle at his shoulder. Had Morbyd, who had been kind of out of it for the past couple moments, not been so sensitive to everything he was feeling, he might not have noticed the sensation at all. But he did, and he lifted his head off the ground, turning it enough so that he could see what was the cause, the disturbance. A butterfly. There was a butterfly sitting on his shoulder, batting its large, black and red wings. Morbyd stared at it for some time, wondering if it knew it had interrupted everything to him, but nothing at all in the great scheme of things. It couldn’t possibly know of the thoughts that raced in Morbyd’s mind. It slowly turned around on his body, tickling Morbyd again, and walked down his arm, parting lines of his fur with its tiny little legs. Morbyd could find nothing to say. Morbyd, crazy as it may sound, usually talked to little creatures, especially butterflies. He wasn’t sure if they could understand him, but it just seemed the…polite thing to do, instead of just staring at it. And he did it a lot, because Morbyd saw a lot of butterflies. Come to think of it, Morbyd was seeing a lot of butterflies lately. It seemed that anytime he was a lone, or was troubled…there’d be a butterfly there. They were ready to listen, ready to play (or what Morbyd thought was play. Usually the chasing games with butterflies were a little one-sided). There was always one there and usually, following their leaving, there was a wolf Morbyd would meet. Whether or not these wolves became his friends or enemies, Morbyd would learn something new, discover news things. And it was thanks to the little creatures called butterflies. And it seemed – Morbyd leaned his head forward to look over the butterfly – that they were all the same color, too. Red and black. This stunned Morbyd, putting together all these series of events linked to this one insect that kept following him. But this also brought about a sense of happiness. Through the mess with the world versus his dreams, Morbyd had finally found something he could put together and work out. Suddenly, the butterfly took off. Morbyd stood up, urging with many a thought for it to come back, stay there, keep him company. But this bug was not returning. It disappeared into the night, and the way it just left like that, Morbyd knew it was not the time for a chase. His Light was gone. With a twitch of his nose, the whiff of a presence, and a snap turn of his head, Morbyd concluded the butterfly left in fear. Morbyd couldn’t, it was too late. But the way the intruder smelled. They smelled…dead. Or dying. But alive! It was confusing, but Morbyd could tell if something was alive. You could smell its sweet blood and its very life rushing through it, the same way you could smell sickness and death in weak prey. But these scents were mingled on the one he was observing now. This creature, whoever, whatever it was, seemed to be on both sides. It was dead and alive. At this, Morbyd looked around, still sniffing, though; this scent was strange. Pungent and thick, there was the familiar odor of decay, lingering on the air, sitting on the breaths he took. Yes, that smell was overpowering, very, but the second scent kind of lightened it. It was sweet. It was that scent of life Morbyd wasn’t able to describe exactly the way he wanted to. Sickly sweet and airy and fluffy. It twisted around like a phantom perfume. These scents were alive together, but cancelling each other out almost at the same time. And then, there was a third, almost unnoticeable. Wolf. The stench of death and the blood of life were each gliding from the same direction as the wonderful aroma of a strong female wolf. This scent was not like his love Anwinita’s – light, peppy and wonderfully oblivious – this scent was powerful, this female was powerful. “Uh, um, H-h-hell, hello?” Morbyd stuttered hopelessly in the fear that this other wolf might not be here to make friends.

[katarilockheart]

Impatience grew within the female as she waited for the male to notice her. Unbeknown to her, something of much smaller stature had stolen his attention for a moment. It was then Katari heard him shuffle about, and she sharpened her focus in the direction. Night time was always a hassle to find things. Alas! There he was, just to the right of her. She immediately sensed his uneasiness and she licked her lips in distaste. Quiet personalities where just so... boring. She wondered if she should even go out, or this poor soul to himself. And as if some divine power wanted them to be together, at this moment, Morbyd spoke. To Katari it was the signal, and she was determined to quell the fear she could smell falling off him.

With a quick flick of her ankles, the female was up and out of the grass. Her magenta jewels took the males form in, dancing from muscle to muscle, eye's to muzzle. He looked quite handsome at first glance, and Katari smiled in satisfaction. Her position was seductive, poised in such a way that showed off her most precious assets- her legs. Now, Katari met everyone this way, even females. It was more habit than anything else, but on occasion, it was on purpose. Her purpose.

"Evening, stud, names Katari."

The words came out clear, but was laced with thick wanting. A wanting of him.A complimentary introduction, was just one of the ways Katari opened her greetings. To make the receiver feel almost confident in his ability to attract such attention. Instantly. Despite the fact that she may be incredibly disgusting to any other specie than her own, her ability was well practiced- and rarely did she ever have any knock backs. Not that she wanted to bathe in their masculinity straight away, she wanted to get their attention first, and perhaps that would follow. Or it could be something she wanted done, and could not do herself. Her stance faltered at that thought, and she regained posture quickly. Some things,were better left not remembered. Raising a brow and cocking her head cheekily, Katari waited for Morbyd's response.

[coljay]

"Oh, why should I worry? Why should I ca-a-a-aer? Somethin' I don't know the words to! Yeah, I've got street smarts, my friend!"

Rich and wonderful, the voice of Coljay Jackson reverberated through the night. Back and forward he stepped, performing a little shuffling dance. His bright blue eyes were closed, making him seem as though his face consisted of only white fur and an eyeless black mask, reminent to a racoon's.

Foreward and back, shuffle and step! he thought to himself as he danced. One of his paws, his right forepaw, was bright red, and singed the earth everywhere he touched with it.

Suddenly, two scents accosted his nose. One- the scent of another wolf, male. Coljay quailed for a moment, wondering how big he was, how strong... however, the other scent soon drew him away from the first.

Decay.

Thick and sickly sweet it burned his nose. So the male wolf must have come across a dead body, or perhaps killed someone and had been digging a grave for some time? A dead loved one he refused to leave?

Coljay crept closer, wishing the gray wing design on his back was real and he could fly about them. Coming to the edge of the clearing, he saw two wolves. One was blue and non-to-imposing, the source of the male smell. He wasn't to scary. The other was.... rotting?

The smell was stronger here, decaying and ugly. It seemed to eminate to the other wolf. Coljay wrinkled his nose.

"Oh, Great Spirit's above... what is that thing?" he said aloud, then clapped a paw over his muzzle and dropped to the earth, hoping he hadn't been heard.
He crept in closer,

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] And then she stepped from the shadows of the night, sleek black, a lone strip of white running down her back. Her pale, pink eyes locked onto Morbyd’s. She moved steadily towards him with a confident stride. Wait, was this confidence? There was a hint of something…something that made Morbyd a little uncomfortable. It was the way she placed one paw in front of the other, the way her tail waved a little, the way her body gracefully rolled at the curves. That something was seduction and it was presenting itself well, radiating from this female perfectly. Stud? This female called him stud. Morbyd had only ever heard the word once before, and it had been used in a very romantic situation. He could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment. Katari, her name was? He wasn’t sure if it fit her. Morbyd craned his neck slightly to look her over. He could see what seemed to be…her spine showing at her back. He hadn’t noticed when she first appeared. His heart racing, Morbyd began to check out the rest of her figure to see what else might be out of the ordinary. Her legs – they seemed to be wasting away. He could clearly see the bones in some places. How had Katari managed to walk so soundly with such wounds? Morbyd looked up at her. “Erm, evening, Katari.” Morbyd was pleased to hear his stuttering hadn’t shown. He also bowed his head gently, keeping his ice blue eyes on hers. “Th’ name’s Morbyd.” He straightened up, shuffling his paws. He took in a breath; he noticed he didn’t mind the rotting scent anymore. “You call me stud – I assume you’re alone?” His voice was stronger now. He wanted to come off as strong as she was, so he wouldn’t be taken advantage of. As soon as he finished his question, his nose tickled with the scent of another wolf. They were close by, and they seemed to be coming closer.