Who <the Hell > gets lost anymore? {Rin}

[Dimitri Zhukov]

The wind was blowing again today. Not just that mild kind of, "Oh there's wind today, that's kinda nice.", but that annoying blustering that seems to come and go every other minute like a child that can't make up it's mind. It blew hard and quick, whipping between the trees and shrubbery, forcing itself through his clothing and past him. At first it had been refreshing against the heat, but now it was getting annoying. Annoying to feel his shirt and coat whip around him, spazzing in the breeze every twenty damned seconds. He pulled his coat tighter to himself, walking through a thick part of some bushes.

"What kind of crap is this. Last god damn time I listen to somebody for directions." He grumbles, looking around the forest. "Ohh take that dirt path through the forest, it's the best short cut to the town." He says mockingly in a squeaky rendition of the boy who told him about the path's voice. He kicks the trunk of a near-by tree. "What they don't tell you is that the damn dirt path ends abrubtly in the middle of the damn forest!" he growls. He pushes his way through some more of the nearby brush. He stumbles on a hidden root, regaining his balance before he falls. He mutters something else, twisting and clenching his hand, causing the joints to pop and crack.

He sighs quietly, adjusting his neck to an accompanying pop. A wry smile crosses his face as he takes in a breath. It took time to get used to, but eventually you did get used to it. He imagined there were even people out there who had come to enjoy it. He wouldn't say he was one of them, not quite yet, but even amongst the oddity and even sometimes pain of it, there was something quite freeing about shifting. He breaths in again, readying himself for what was to come. In a moment, it was upon him, and he clenched his teeth a bit as it washed over him. He feels his joints twist and crack, his skin tingles and stretches as it changes. His muscles feel on fire, but it's nothing like it was the first time.

He shakes his now fuzzy head around, clearing his vision. It was always slightly disorienting for him to have to be so much lower to the ground. He got over it quickly however, as he lowered himself, stretching out his muscles. He swishes his tail around behind him, making sure all is in working order. He flexes his jaw, as he looks around the same patch of forest again. He crouches down low, tensing his muscles as he leaps over the shrubs in front of him. He takes off running, feeling the wind now blow through his fur, and finding it no where near as annoying as when he was clothed. He breaks into a sprint, covering ground much faster now. He tears through the forest, looking around for anything that might mean an end to this forest.

He comes around a corner, spotting an overhanging cliff, overlooking a good chunk of the forest. He walks out to the edge of it, peering down over the edge, surveying the trees below him. "Forest....trees, trees, god damned trees! There is nothing else here...what a lame forest.." he grumbles. He meanders over toward a patch of grass and flops down. Damn it all this was pathetic. Here he was, a big bad wolf, lost in the damn forest. Who the hell got lost anymore, especially a wolf! He didn't know anything about this place. He didn't know the layout of the land, he didn't know the local smells, he couldn't tell which of them belonged here and which didn't. It was infuriating to him. It almost made him pine for his home, as if anything could make him miss that place. It was however, a place he knew like the back of his hand, a place he could navigate with his eyes closed.

He gets up, shaking off the dust as he begins to walk. He comes to a large tree just past the next clearing. He looks up at the birds in the branches. They sit happily blissful, tweeting their lives away. He grumbles, their inane happiness making him miserable. He hurtles toward the tree, scaling the trunk a bit as he barks and growls loudly at the birds. He would grin triumphantly if he could in this form as he watches the birds twitch and fly off. He looks up at the tree, studying it over a bit. "Hmm..." he thinks to himself. He breaths in again, feeling the change reverting itself as he slowly shifts back into his human form. The bones re-settle, joints snapping, muscles relaxing as he takes shape again.

He stands up, brushing his coat off as he circles the tree. It was quite large, very thick trunk. It was also a bit higher than the rest of the surrounding trees. It would make for a good scouting post, and he could maybe find a way out of this damn place. He grips the trunk, digging his boots into the bark as he begins to scale the tree. He swings his leg up, over a branch while his hand reaches up and grabs another. He pulls himself up over and over, foot following hand as he slowly ascends the tree. He finally manages to scale around three quarters of the way up the tree. He lowers himself against a set of thick branches. He sighs wistfully, looking out over the surrounding sea of green. "Boring..." he moans quietly. He leans his back against the trunk, head tilting back. He closes his eyes and breaths out slowly. There was always sleep...sleep was nice. Sleep relaxed him, just so long as there were no dreams of his past, he'd be just fine. He chuckles mindlessly to himself. "Lost....who the hell gets lost these days..." He chuckles once more, eyes staying closed. He breaths in and out slowly, hoping for sleep to kill some time, and his boredom.


OOC: hope it's god.
Tags: Rin, enjoy ^-^
Word Count: 1018 , i'm proud

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Wind. It whipped through the forest, through the very foundations of her soul: ripping free the roots, flinging her into nothingness. The cataclysm was awakening, the Wolf was withering under the weight of Rin. Her maw snapped and snarled, fangs slipping free their sheaths and ripping apart her flesh -- but it was not enough. With each powerful howl of the wind playing with her hair, with her clothes, clashing with the madness of her emotions, Rin was unstoppable. Rin was dangerous, for once, yes, for once this little girl held in the palm of her hands all of those hurts she had been running from, she cupped them, watched them, felt them sting through her heart, shattering her guilt.

She wasn't wrong, in this. No, no -- the wind lashed out at the world, the cracking of branches fighting each other in the frenzy of this wind, this beautiful, tangible wind. It rocked through her hair, fingers slipping through her unkempt locks and tangling them in knots: Rin did not care. She was part of this forest, different from the others who clung to their humanity: Rin cast it away. She didn't want to be the little girl, didn't want to be helpless, lonely -- she wanted what the Wolf offered. She wanted life, happiness, the freedom to run forward and grasp what she wanted with her own jaws, snagging it free of another's. She would fight, tooth and claw, rage sharpening against rage until the loser lay at her feet, dying, dying -- the Blood, the Red. Yes, yes, she tilted her head back feeling the viciousness of her nature break itself free of the inhibitions of the girl.

The Wolf tangled itself in the wind, flowing outward, outward, wanting to run, and run far. It wanted to claim, to destroy those who sought to take what was hers. What did these other wolves know of her? Little -- they saw dark eyes, small stature, petite, fragile girl. They dismissed the wildness in her eyes. They dismissed her Wolf -- dismissed the very essence of what it was to be Rin. They took pleasure in dominating her with their height, with their blatant snobbery -- and Rin was smiling, now, yes, now with the forest whipping around her, callous and uncaring, slipping under her clothes and rubbing her, chastising her. Be wild, be free -- be light as air and fly.

Rin almost shifted, almost gave in to the cloying power of the Wolf -- but she was getting stronger. Inch by inch, she was no longer ruled by the need, by the blatant hostility of being alone. The Wolf smiled, a mouthful of fangs and vicious white. The Wolf grinned, it's snarl echoing in Rin's throat rumbling out from between her lips. The girl was growing stronger, yes, yes, stronger than she had been before. No longer the little weakling to crumple under the agony of the Wolf. No longer seeking punishment.

Black eyes gleamed as she walked through the forest, as the wind crinkled the leaves under her feet, as branches clattered and dirt picked up; muddiness caked her shoes from her last sojourn into the wild madness of the storm. Trees, trees, trees, but it was a beautiful inter working of life that called to her, lose yourself in us, it said, it called, it lured her deeper, deeper, her humanity falling away, slipping through her fingers like water. The wind curled at her back, in her nose, in her hair. She moved like she danced: wild and free. Uncontainable, and feral, each motion decisive, but edged with tangible violence simmering under the surface. Let us be free. Let this go, this madness, this craziness. This is who she was. This was the Rin that no one liked, that no one adored -- the Rin everyone stepped back from. She was different from them, and she walked this particular path on her own -- but it was okay, okay, because despite the fact that there was no one beside her, she still felt the presence of the Wolf, shifting, moving, slipping from one corner of her mind to the next: ethereal and surreal, it was a wild energy given consciousness and thought. Without the Wolf, Rin truly was nothing.

Without Rin, the Wolf was just a figment of a young girl's heart. They were more intimate than lovers, coalescing thought and compassion. Becoming rage and fire -- the Wolf was strength, and Rin, darling, naive Rin, fed that fire with willing enthusiasm. The forest spread out before her, around her, pulsing, alive as the wind cut through everything, as it claimed, destroyed, and reclaimed that broken land. It seemed to slip under her very skin and blow through her fiery passion in her heart, sending the fire to blazing.

It was how she scented him -- the wind, yes, this beautiful windy day, with his scent blowing in all directions, sizzling where she inhaled, where her cat-tilted eyes flicked upward. So easy, this prey. This other wolf to come and play her game. How many were there? Rose, the grey, destroyed by her jaws - the Wolf snickered, ears flicking down in affectionate thought. The second unnamed, still in hiding, as Mura, that god damned Mura hid her away. A precious secret that was no secret at all. Didn't he know she could smell the stench on him? Every place she touched him burned with that claiming stench of a bitch in heat, and the Wolf's hackles rose. Now this one -- stupid and waiting.

In silence she moved; in silence she climbed her eyes intent, as she moved with contained brutality, her eyes searching his face as she crouched before him, hair whipping wildly in the wind. She didn't speak, didn't need to The Wolf snarled, and Rin's pretty little face twisted, lips lifting up a in a sneer as the growl trickled out like distant thunder -- an echo of this wind. She did not touch him, no need, no need at all.

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word count;; 1010
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; ;3

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

He sighs almost silently as he lays against the branch. He shifts a bit in his make shift seat, trying to get comfortable. That feeling started to creep up on him again. That same feeling he got just before his father would enter a room and beat him. That eery, almost 6th sense type of vibe where you know something is about to happen. It wasn't quite the, someone is watching you vibe, it was deeper. It felt more tangible, as if it could manifest and envelop you in the incoming danger. He shrugged it off, as he had become more likely to do now that he was so far from home. Sure he wasn't the biggest, or the strongest, but he was one hell of a scrapper when it came down to it, and he'd defend himself to the end. What could be out here that would be after him anyway. Hell, he was new here, he couldn't have done anything to piss someone off yet, well...not enough to make them come after him.

As fast as he could dismiss the feeling, it was no longer necessary. It was no longer something creeping up on him, it was upon him. The latest gust of air shot the wind straight into his face, filling his lungs. As he breathed in, the air seeped inside of him, filling not only his nose, but his body. In a flash it had hit him, tilted and threw him off balance. It wasn't just that lovely pine fresh scent of the forest, it was strange. It was human. It was canine. It was that scent that him and his kind carried, not exactly the same mind you, but there could be no mistake of what it was. It was another wolf. The danger was, it wasn't some wolf that was far off and he might have caught the drop on. It wasn't someone he could avoid if need be. It was here, in his face, at this point literally.

His eyes snap open as the breath floods him with her scent. His eyes blur, only for a second, the harsh glare of the sun's light almost blinding him. It cleared quickly though, very quickly as his field of vision is filled with swirling black insanity. He sucks in another breath, telling himself to focus, to not let on his shock at the situation. His eyes focus, pupils dilating down, taking in the form more accurately. It was a girl. A small, delicate looking girl. Yet, there she was. Crouched down right before him, sitting there, un-moving. Her eyes were locked on him, her hair flowing wildly in the gusting breeze. Her eyes didn't move, didn't blink as they took him in, with that sneer locked on her lips as she surveyed him.

He'd been a fool to dismiss that sixth sense he had. Been a fool to think that just because he wasn't home, that he couldn't be in danger. He'd grown sick of that feeling leading him into nothing while he was gone from home. He'd felt it, and reacted, looking for a danger that never came. He was new here, of course people were watching him, why wouldn't they? Especially when he was always causing trouble like he did. He had ignored it this time, like the times in the recent past, only this time, it had cost him. He forces in his next breath. "Think. Think! Use your brain, you've been in trouble before, just think, you can win, you always win.." he thinks, trying to keep a level head.

He blinks while holding her gaze as she sits before him. "I could be in trouble here. But i don't think I am. I caught her appearance before she had much time, she couldn't have more that just got here this second, but...I ignored it long enough that if she had the impulse to do something right away I probably couldn't have stopped it." He thinks to himself. "So what the hell is it he wants?" He wonders. He slightly adjusts his back against the branch, trying to give himself some room to spring into action, should he need to fight, but not so much as to alarm her to his movements. Who was this girl that had gotten the drop on him?

He looks at her, looking over her body now rather than just locked on her feral eyes. He scans her over a few times before locking back on her face. She was definitely a wolf, same as him. Yet not the same, he acknowledges as he breaths in again. She was more of a forest wolf, than those banished to snow like him. She smelled of not only the forest, but the dirt. She smelled of places near and far, of places beyond where he'd been, and would like to go. She had faint traces of other people on her too, not all of them exactly human. He ignored the details, didn't care at this point. The only thing that mattered was who she was, and what she wanted. Had she not looked so intense he might have considered complimenting her on her outward appearance, but one look into her dark, anger filled eyes was enough to scrap that from his list.

It was almost funny to him when he thought about it. This little creature, this pretty little thing, had so much...contempt it seemed. So much hidden away under that pretty face that it almost scared him. He knew not to count her out just because she was small. His animal form was smaller than he'd like, but he didn't let it stop him from conquering the enemies in him way, so why should she let it stop her. As the air fills his lungs again, he focuses once more, knowing he wants to, fees compelled to, do something about this girl before him. "Let's recap..." he thinks. " There's a girl in front of me. She's a wolf shifter too. She looks damn well insane when it comes down to it, but easy on the eyes otherwise. She snuck up on me, although i was distracted, she still must have some experience hunting and fighting. She had the chance to attack me, so i don't think she will, not right away anyway. But that look in her eye...it's so intense, and i know i don't know her. I haven't wronged her in any way yet, that's for sure. So then why the hell the scowl?" He flicks his tongue across his canines inside his mouth as he thinks this over, a little agitated by it. Why was she so hostile looking towards him?

He didn't know, but he supposed finding out was better than just sitting there quietly any longer. He takes in a deep breath as he leans forward, ever so slightly. He adjust his body muscle wise, to his new position, shifting so that he would be ready, just in case. He cracks a grin and shakes his head a bit, laughing internally at just how odd this was, and how much he was making of it. "Yes, my little one?" he asks her, no contempt or ill will in his voice, just the humor of the situation and a minor annoyance of the intrusion present. "What is it that Dimitri can do for you? Hmm?" he asks, cracking a wise ass grin again.

OOC: Whoo! i like how i did on this one.

Tags: Rin. I hope you like it again, i'm proud of it

Word Count: 1238! Whoo again, proud

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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It was anger that stemmed from her passion, but the love that she was capable of; a woman scorned? She hadn't even been scorned yet -- her love wasn't even love yet -- and she was still reacting in violence, her heart and mind destroying the very emotions she had once so relied on. Was it his fault he was simply in the way? That he had been the innocent victim, the innocent bystander, canon fodder and useless. Another wolf -- how precious this delicious dance: another to destroy, another to dominate.

Enough of this submission, enough of this yielding emotion: it'll strangle her soon. It will kill her soon, and the Wolf is sneering, it's howl reverberating in her soul. It's claws dig into her lungs, speeding up the pace of her heart, ticking, ticking, ticking, hard and fast, thrashing around as the pheromones of her desire rises, like smoke, tantalizing and beautiful. Had he ever met anyone like her? She doubted it -- and felt the edges of a grin, feral and maddening pulling at the corners of her mouth. Passion simmered in her blood, boiling over in ecstasy as she fell headlong into that dementia.

The Wolf was prowling now, a dark monster in her pitiless eyes -- a heat was rising from her own boy, coming from the thrashing of her heart, from a desire that was at once inhuman and yet all female. She couldn't let go it, didn't want to uncurl her fingers from the beast's fur. Instead she welcomed that heat, welcomed this dance of tongues and flesh. Come to me, she thinks, her eyes flashing with her hidden intentions, with her implications, and her sheer desire. It was almost impossible this want, this salacious yearning to dominate, to become higher than those who would seek to rule her.

Another wolf? Really, really? Did they think to come in hordes and destroy her? Did they think to make her fearful? She sneers at his expression, dumbfounded and questioning. His eyes were hot where they touched her, like a hand full of sweat clamping on her chin, on her shoulders, her breasts, her waist. Fingers twitched where she was holding on, where the world was spinning out of control below them. How high were they? Did it matter? Another grin struggled to be freed, but she leashed it tightly, her eyes the only communication, the only intensity which sizzled between them.

Let their breaths synchronize. The other fight had been too quick, over too soon -- let's draw this out. Let's have him try to beat her, try to draw out the woman from the ferocity of the Wolf. This time, she couldn't stop the sound that passed from her lips: a chuckle, almost. A giggle, almost: "Heh." a little laugh, so quickly stolen by the breath of the wind that reached out to her. It called, this wildness, to her blood, to the primal need which coiled inside of her.

Let the Wolf out -- but now wasn't the time. Now, with his breath so close, she could smell what he had eaten, could almost imagine what he dreamed, she was not leaving. She edged closer when he did, her eyes sick with the feral need. Yes, my little one? He is getting closer and closer, edging so close she could reach out and touch him; her fingers twitch, her shoulders tense. The Wolf whimpers and begs: it is time, is it, is it? it wants to know, it begs to know. Let me out -- the real demand. The real want -- the desire that will not be overwhelmed, even with him so close. What is it that Dimitri can do for you? Hmm?

[/i] -- his breath slips into her nose as she leans closer, closer, their faces inches apart as she reaches out, as her fingers entangle in his hair, as she draws him closer, closer, her breath hot where it touched his skin, where the wind was slipping between their faces; her tongue slips out, touches, gently against the pulse in his throat.

she murmurs, a voice as lyrical as the very wind that danced and toyed with them so high -- so foolishly "You smell good." and she inhales, her nose pressing against him, her eyes half-lidded and lazy. Yes, yes, soak this up -- become this feeling. The others will disappear if she remembers this, if holds this cherishable scent in her nose. Male, finally, finally. The Wolf is squirming, delightfully. No more of that feminine musk to cloud her vision, no longer contemptible -- but truly, delicious wholesome.

His name doesn't matter, but she holds it on her tongue, curls it over as if tasting it: he could push her off and she would not care -- his scent has been branded in her brain and she will not be letting it go any time soon. She smiles, "Heh." again that slight laugh, a breath against his neck.
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tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; it surprised me. Feel free to push her off and let her fall xD she'd deserve it.

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

He'd seen a lot in his life. He'd had many times where things didn't go as he'd have thought they would. This time, left them all in the dust. There were quite a few things he expected from this little devilish woman, grabbing him only to smell him, was definitely not one of them. His arms twitch, fingers flexing as they had the whole time she'd gotten closer. Closer, closer, and closer she'd crept, filling his nose with her intoxicatingly sweet smell. There was, however a different smell. One that punctured this little thing to it's core. It was violent, it was feral--it was death. It was in there and it wanted him, in a way he knew couldn't be good.

She'd gotten the drop on him and that wasn't good. She was now as close to him as only his family and people he was punching had been. She was neither, not yet, so what would that make her? His nostrils flare, devouring her smell as she inhales his. For the first time in a long time he was lost with what to do. Impulse, reactions, these were second nature to him. He stole things, punched out loud mouths, he didn't freeze up when a girl leaned into him, not Dimitri! So what was it that this girl had that was different? What was it!?

He knew he had to think now, and think fast. She wasn't a threat before, but now..now she was close. Close was danger, close was where you got hurt. His impulse had been to reach out, to hold her at bay as she moved closer and closer to him. She was a woman though, strange and exotic. She had the look of the devil in her eye and she captivated him. He was a man after all, what man didn't succumb to those urges, right? If she'd been anyone else he'd have thought that was what she'd wanted the way she'd moved against him, the way she pressed her body to his. This was different though. She hadn't spoken, had said so much as a word. A laugh, two of them now. Then she said her only words. She'd said that he smelled good. That was all that she let out, and it scared him. Fighting was second nature, but this girl was holding all the cards in this fight, since he was at a loss.

No. Not him, this wasn't how Dimitri was. He'd killed his brother. He'd left his no good home. He'd been in more fights than he could count, and he'd survived this long. He would be damned if he'd let some little girl come along and unravel him, to best him. She'd pressed up against him, not in a kind way. She'd moved like a hunter, stalking a prey. She'd thrust herself against him and pulled his hair taught, all to breathe him in. She was scenting him. He was right there, he had no idea why she'd need to, but he couldn't focus on that now. What mattered now was what he was going to do.He breathes her in again, knowing he needs to act. He could simply over power her quickly, end it all so fast. Just push her from the tree. Cats might land on their feet, but she was no cat. She'd fall and squash like the rest of them. However, he knew he couldn't do it. He knew he didn't want it to end, not like that, not with her. He didn't know what he wanted from her..other than some answers.

He pulls away from her, forcibly removing her grip on his head. He pushes her back somewhat as he looks into the now somewhat sated looking eyes. He squints a bit, locking his eyes on hers, knowing that behind hers, was something to be feared, even by him. That was what he had to focus on. Not that some strange lovely girl had pressed herself to him, not that she was just smelling him and was more than happy to do so, but that something inside her had brought her up to him, and that reason was what mattered. He forces a crooked smile on his lips as he speaks to her. "Not that you don't smell good yourself, my dear, because you do, and it's not that I don't enjoy the attention, because who am I kidding? I did. However, I feel the need to ask, yet again, what it is you want from me?"

He shifts a bit, taking hold of her hands still, forcing her to keep somewhat of a distance from him until he was ready for her to come close, or until she snapped. His nose fills with her scent again, even more aware of the beast inside of her, were it to scream any louder in her head, he himself might hear it soon. "Don't think either..." he adds, "..that just because i'm asking you questions, that i'm ignorant. I can smell it. I can smell on you the same way you smell it in me. It's in there." He points at her chest with his free hand. "it's in your mind, and it's in your soul. You hear it now, don't you? That voice. Telling you what to do, telling you how to act? I heard it, i heard it the night my brother died and I've heard it since. The difference is, i can tell mine off!" He says, growling a bit himself now. "So what is it? Huh? You want a fight? Do you want to challenge me? Why is it you've come here? I'll ask once more, and once more only, What. Is. It. You. Want?" , he asks, eyes locked on hers. He wasn't going down easy, no, not without a fight.

Word Count: 971

Tags: Rin <3

OOC: Lol nah, too easy. I want them to have some fun :3

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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There was energy between everything, slipping from one shapeless, amorphous form to the next, constantly moving, constantly shifting, losing it's skin to grow another. Always this give, and take, this constant motion as it ran up the line of her fingers and transferred into his wrists; from the taut line of his neck into the softness of her lips -- it existed, this energy, this delectable sizzling life that thumped against the her tongue, thudding there as if it was waiting for her teeth to let it free. Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, it moved, shifted and came back again, a song, a chant, a mantra that beat deeper than blood: it was the truest life of all -- that heartbeat, the one that mesmerized her -- the one that thrashed around in her ears.

She was deaf from the noise, and yet she could hear everything so keenly: she could feel everything against her skin as if her senses had been honed to such a vibrant level. Everything was delightful: the scent of his sweat that she inhaled deeply, the deep cold that burned in his soul. Dangerous, the Wolf grumbled out between it's lips as the growl resounded through her heart, squirming up through her veins. Dangerous, but not the less torturous for it.

Rin was not a creature for begging: what she wanted, she took.

Her eyes slipped up into his, dark and unfathomable, endless as shadows that streaked across your nightmares. Yes, there was beast inside of her and it was on the verge of breaking out -- but what he didn't know, what he could never know what the thrill the girl took from it. The beast was not a voice, it was the emotion projection of her own personal wildness. With the Wolf by her side, she was something worthy, she was able to rip free from the normalcy of her life and tear it to shreds: puppet strings lay at her feet from where she had sawed herself free. Now, there was no one to command her to jump and bark at their will. Now... there was only the Wolf, and the Wolf was swarming her very mind, breathtaking and magical. It was a drug, and she the druggie, scrambling forward to pull that pipe to her lips, to inhale that succulent smoke into her lungs and saturate herself on the alleviation of pain.

The girl wanted away from the world, away from this worldly pain, this physical and emotional abuse: simply to be let loose, and let go -- her hands were caught, and it was as if Dimitri's very pulse beat into her, against her, fighting her. He would not give in, and she thrilled in the challenge, in the energy which flickered between them. The fire was rising, rising, consuming her as she moved, as she rose slightly upward, drawn up by his hands; head tilted back, looking at him from under heavy-lidded, smokey eyes the endless black seemed at once inviting and merciless. Come to me, she wanted to say, but though her mouth parted, though breath eased out from between them, she could not speak; did not wish to break this spell. Eternity seemed to stretched between them as he held her up, as he kept her at bay.

Docile, for now, the girl let herself be touched, feeling the burning singing her very marrow with the burning inspiration his very presence offered. He would try to bend her to his will, and she, succulent, delectable she, was not to be swallowed in one gulp. No, no, her lips quirked upward, her eyelashes trembling with the echoes of her heartbeat: the Wolf was pacing, pacing, striking out as bleeding her from the inside out. Yes, yes, ecstasy followed this pain. Punish me, she wants to think, but dares not as the world spirals out of control, leaving only him and her together, close but not too close. Don't think either that just because I'm asking you questions, that I'm ignorant. I can smell it. I can smell on you the same way you smell it in me. It's in there.

[/b] his fingers move, but her eyes do not stop looking at him, a challenge between wolves. Who ever looks down submits -- she does not feel fear as she watches, as the words that spill from his lips slowly translate into language, it's in your mind, and it's in your soul. You hear it now, don't you? That voice. Telling you what to do, telling you how to act? I heard it, i heard it the night my brother died and I've heard it since. The difference is, i can tell mine off![/i] --- again, she smiles, slightly, threatening violence with a touch of her lip as she strains against his touch, testing, testing, not really pulling at all. So what is it? Huh? You want a fight? Do you want to challenge me? Why is it you've come here? I'll ask once more, and once more only, What. Is. It. You. Want?[/i]

Again she stretches, the Wolf slithering down into her arms, giving her strength, giving her power as she bends forward, like a willow branch slipping past the bounds of the earth: she moves forward, tilting toward him, leaving her hands in his, that smile, that god damned confident smile pulling at the corner of her lips, "This is my forest. Therefore," her tongue darts out, licking her lower lip, eyelashes flickering slightly from the painful beating of her heart; she strains forward again, pushing him, testing him, always, always, "You're mine, too."

The Wolf is claiming, with heart, with mind, with it's jaws, hackles raised, ready for anything; and Rin? Rin is curling her fingers in the Wolf's fur, brushing her face against the trembling growl which rips out of the Wolf's throat. Dimitri tells his wolf to back off; Rin would never think to. They are too intertwined -- where one entity ends, the other lifts up the thread and continues onward, always, and forever. To give this up, would be slavery. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/COLOR][/SIZE]

word count;; 1020
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; bahahaha. She's insane.

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

This was madness. This was insanity. This made no sense, and that was the worst part! Most people simply came outright with their drivel, with their crap. If they didn't like you, you fought, if they did, you tried to be friends. What in the hell though, was it she got from him? He didn't know her, could only fathom as to what she was and what she wanted, but he wanted to know. He held tight to her hands, the only tangible control he had over her. He watches and she wiggles and sways under his hold, watching him with those eyes. Those dark, mysterious eyes. They held the answers he wanted, he just needed to find a way to pluck the knowledge out from them.

All she did was stare. She stared at him whilst she wriggled in his grasp, seemingly content to just sit there in silence forever. He wasn't, however. He wasn't one to comply with boredom, never was. The only problem was he didn't know what to do with her. Had no idea how to deal with this girl of one million and one questions. She was an enigma, and it tested his patience a little. In truth she hadn't done much, but maybe that was what bothered him most. He was born for action, not sitting and staring. He had to do something, or he'd lose his sanity.

He watches as she just seems to smile and soak in his words. They seem to have no effect on her, which only puzzles and enrages him further. Most people he would have ended up threatening or hitting by now, but he'd tried to give her a chance, but now it was wearing thin. He looked her over again, not knowing just how to treat this strange little woman. It hit him then, when she spoke again, it clicked in his head. "This is my forest. Therefore, ..."You're mine, too." . He hears her speak and takes it in for a moment. He watches as the liquid black of her eyes swim in the light. Watches them seem to dance as she speaks and stares at him.

He chuckles slowly, all of them pieces falling into a much clearer pattern. He wouldn't dream of going as far as saying he understood her now, or even what she truly wanted, but she did make more sense to him now. He lets her go slowly, leaning back in his seat. "So that's it..." he says, trailing off. He looks at her, his gaze less intense for a moment. "Well....if these truly areyour woods, then i guess I owe you some sort of apology...maybe." He looks deeply into her eyes, feeling that always present pulse of pride and superiority rise up in him. He debates what he's about to do for a moment, but from what his gut was saying, he didn't have much of an option.

He locks his eyes on hers, needing to convey to her as best he can that he's serious. He lashes out quickly, knowing he'd need speed to beat her, since she'd probably have him out-classed in that department if he didn't have surprise on his side. He reaches out, left hand taking a firm hold of her throat, but not so much as to choke her. He shifts his weight forward, pushing her over onto her back so she was laying on the branch. He moves over her, straddling her with his legs, leaning down over her so he's face to face with her. "Know this, and know it well. I, Dimitri Zhukov, belong to no one. You hear? No one. People belong to me! I don't know what you expect of me, but you're dead wrong if you think you won't have to fight for it." He leans down face now mere inches from hers.

He looks into her eyes, for what, for all he knows, could be the last time. He looks into the good and deep for a minute before leaning down farther, lips brushing her ear. "If you truly wish to own me, you'll need to kill me first. I promise you I won't give in even if you should beat me. I won't quit, I won't give in. I know I don't know you, but i'm pretty confident you won't quit either, but I feel I must warn you, I'll die before I submit." He releases her throat slowly as he stands up over her. "I still don't know what you wanted or hoped for from this, but maybe some day you'll find it. If your intent, however, is still to own me, then just know you've got a fight on your hands." He casts a interested smile down at her. "But maybe, just maybe...My lovely beast woman,...maybe that's just what you wanted?"

He takes hold of the trunk, turning his back to her as he slowly scales down the side of the tree. He uses the branches to steady and lower himself until he is low enough and then he jumps down onto the ground. He brushes himself off and begins to walk off, not sure how to get out still. He cocks his head back, sparing one look at the wolf girl in the tree. Interesting he thinks. Game on...wolf girl.. he thinks with a smile crossing his lips.

Word Count: 900

Tags: Rin.

OOC: I had high hopes for this..but kinda feel like i messed it up. idk.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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It's almost impossible to describe her emotions when he touches her, when he holds her back -- his rage is a uniquely cold thing, and it's purring and rubbing up against her insides. There was anger, and there was incredibility. He didn't believe her and it made her want to smile, made her want to arch forward, like a puppy itching for the hand to scratch behind her ears. The Wolf is satiated, running mad away from the females she would destroy if she thought too closely on them. Did it matter? Yes, yes it mattered -- too much, for her, and she was being flung from one extreme to the next.

To find a male, didn't he understand? It was t he first male wolf she had come across, the first one who had looked at her and hadn't completely rolled onto it's back exposing heart, lungs and the gently scruff of jugular. The Wolf's jaws snapped and snarled, wiggling with delight with this find. Fighting was second nature to her, but while the other, the beast, the brute, simply wanted to fling her away and ignore her, Rin could not let her fingers go of him.

He was proud, and beautiful -- age disappeared, looks disappeared: she stared into the character, watched the rolling weight of that personality push outward to strangle her. Claim me? it seemed to say, it's anger rusty, cold like snow that burned your hand. Cold brute; she smiled, but there was nothing nice in it -- nothing but that madness, nothing but that need to find the strongest, to become part of the strongest. It was the Wolf's safety, this necessity for pack, for strength. Without support, the Wolf goes lonely -- and this Wolf, this emotional creature was suffering from the betrayals of that loneliness. She had reached out and accepted a fox into her heart and was surprised when the fox snuck away with her dreams. Rage didn't equate to the intensity of her feelings: the pain, the anger that went bone deep. The bitch would die, and that too, made that smile nastier, made her eyes burn with the need. She needed pack, she needed strength -- and if she had to prove herself to him, to this indifferent, perfect, Dimitri, the Wolf would do it.

It was part of the fun, to challenge oneself, to push yourself to the max and see who would win --creatures of the ground, of the moon, they were made for this endurance, for struggling for top position, to give in when they lost. She did not hold onto grudges: this slight will not have gone on unpunished. The Wolf thrashed about, snapping and snarling, harassing the girl, herding the girl toward the shape that is most natural -- but Rin knew the moment she shifted, she would lose herself, she would leave Dimitri and follow the stench that she dreamed about: she would follow the path to the second floor of the dorm room and drag that woman out by her hair. Blood would be spilt --- delicious blood.

Her hands loosen; Rin startles, her eyes flicking back up but it's too late and his hands envelop her throat --- heart beat pounds, thump, thump, thumping until it was all she heard; his voice was a heavy drone, unheard, not knowing what it was he said for the pounding of blood in her ears. She stares, at once frightened and angry-- at once docile, and not. The Wolf chuckles, stretching out, knowing the girl's weakness. His face contorts as he grows angrier, as the pheromones rise, rise, and she lifts up against his hold, arching upward her neck trembling under his as she struggles against the urge to hold onto him. Dominant, the Wolf leers, it's black pitiless eyes flashing through her mind -- but the girl does not know to whom the Wolf spoke of.

When he releases her, it is like a dam being unleashed, motion become frenzy -- he is moving, away, away, and she is scrambling after, her hands frenzied where they unbutton her shirt as she slips off her clothes. Hurry, hurry, -- but it is not fast enough and the Wolf is already taking control, her body already contorting as she reaches for the same trunk as she slips down, her body morphing as she moves, as the roughness of the bark bites into her skin. She groans, in pleasure, in pain, a grunt of distress as the change bursts free of her body and she is launching herself, clothes tattered and left behind on the tree; her jaws seek his shoulders, paws his back. Anger, delicious and tantalizing.

The need to prove her worth is a sickness in her blood. I will not let you go--- but it is a Wolf's thought, wholly and impossibly demanding. She will claim, or be claimed. Now, now, with his body underneath her paws, with her jaws seeking the tender flesh of his shoulder.

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word count;; 836
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; It may not look it, but I think it's going well ^-^ Dimitri might hate her >__> but Rin likes him. A lot.

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

He shifts his footing, moving over a branch as he walks away a bit more. He takes another look back, seeing her in the tree still. He shakes his head a bit, not sure what to think still of this radical beast girl. He liked her, in some way. That was to be sure. She had a lot of spirit, perhaps too much, but it was refreshing. She had life in her. Life that was ready to explode out of her chest. She was interesting and made him wonder what she was about. He couldn't help but find it appealing, when most people either just cowered or ignored him. She was an enigma, that was for sure.

He thinks about what she's thinking. He has no idea, but a good feeling that he knows the direction it's going in. He grins to himself, walking another few steps. She was an interesting little thing. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he was hooked. He was intrigued as to what drove her, what made her the way she was. She was definitely someone that had caught his interest. She just might be a future possession of his.

He stops, mid-step as he's about to pass through some brush. It started at the base of his spine, and shot up. It shot hard and fast. It sizzled up his spine, rounding out over his shoulders, before creeping into his brain. It was there again, it was upon him. That feeling, that gut "knowing" of something beyond his control. That feeling that let him know he was in trouble, the feeling he'd ignored when she was able to climb up and invade his space. The feeling he knew he wasn't going to be able to ignore again, not around her. He clenches his fist as he whips around, head aimed high.

He was too slow on that front, however. The tree that only moments before had held the two of them in it's branches, was now bare. There was no swirling mass of dark hair. There was no beast eyed little girl that had a smile that pulled him in and tried to kill him as it did. There was nothing. He still didn't know her, didn't know her name even. What he did know about her, he trusted to his core. He knew that if she wasn't up in that branch anymore, that she was coming for him. He knew he was riling her up with what he said to her. He had no right to expect her not to attack him.

He shifts his gaze down to see her running at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yells as he braces himself. He watches as she barrels forward at him, shifted into her wolf form now. This was it. This was that beast that had stared out at him from inside her. This was what was scenting him for the hunt. This is what twisted and seemingly controlled her thoughts. This was it. This is that thing that craved his blood. He catches her as she leaps at him, pushing her away from him before jumping back to give himself some space. "Alright then, this is what it's gonna take for you? Then so be it!" He says.

He sucks in a deep breath while he still has the room from her. He feels his skin tighten and his flesh burn. He feels his muscles change and his body take new shape. He's down now, down on four paws instead of two feet. He shakes himself off, tensing up, readying himself for her. He growls deeply as he locks his eyes on her. "I hope you're ready girlie.". He digs his feet into the dirt before springing off, rushing towards her, ready for the fight he's known was coming.

Word Count: 650. Sorry it's so low T-T

Tags: the enigma, Rin

OOC: He likes her too. Lol don't get him wrong. He likes her a lot, but he won't go easy on her. Sorry about the low word count, but i kinda hit a wall, didn't wanna over step my boundaries

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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This was it, the moment the Wolf had been waiting for; she didn't have to struggle -- there was nothing to struggle with. The Girl with was her, Rin was with her, always, always, digging her fingers in the Wolf's fur, no commands, simply the desire to let loose, away from normal conviction, away from everything. The anger was simply the heat of the Wolf -- it came with the passion, the need to drive out the invader, to own the invader...to be owned by the invader. It was a dance of tongues, of saliva dripping from maws, a yin and yang that had nothing to do with good and evil but everything to do with the power of their wills.

They sharpened their anger against each other, cutting beneath the skin, cutting beneath the bone. She ached for the need to sink her fangs into his flesh, to prove to him, to become one with him as the dance began, continued, ended, and began again. Circling each other in their minds, devouring their poison, their goodness, their badness. It was simply part of the fight, part of the glory of what it was to be wolf. They struggled in life, against death, shoving themselves forward.

She sought his shoulder, but got his arm instead, her fangs sinking deep into flesh and bone --- and blood. Gods, gods, it was ecstasy this taste on her tongue, this delirium that made her see nothing but red. The Wolf was wild, the Wolf was more than spirited: she was the extremist, the other half of the girl's heart and it ran as feral as it appeared. The dark sin, the smear on the earth, she held the girl's trauma deep in her heart and treasured them, protected them. This is what the girl wanted? To suffocate on the stench of male, of wolf, of that tangible taste of both? She would get it, with fury, with need, with the hungry, devouring gaze that sought to expose every flaw in that man's body.

He pushed her away, somehow, somehow, but the Wolf didn't care, no, no, not at all. She landed on her feet, her muscles spasming from delight. Her belly twisted as she shook herself out, as she stepped forward, black claws on black earth, her body simply an extension of this darkness. The wind whipped forward as he yelled -- but the sound was nothing she understood. Her mind was the Wolf's and the girl was behind those eyes screaming, orgasming from delectable smell of that blood whipping into her face. The wind was her friend, and it fused her nose with every inch of him. His stance as the chance came, her body shifting, moving, away, away, keeping him in the center as body contorting.

His pain was her delight as her hungry black gaze swept over every contorting piece of himself. Yes, yes, come get me, and the Wolf is salivating, the black's jaws gaping open, mouth twisted in a silent snarl. Ears flicked back against her skull, her beautiful face convulsed in deep hatred, deep passion, she bared her fangs head lowered, tail raised high in aggression. He thought to fight her? Let him come, with speed, with strength, with death hovering in his jaws as powerfully as it wove through her own legs. Death, her friend, her comrade, riding between her shoulders, laughing through the hot breath that panted out into the afternoon. No darkness hid her from view, but her pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, and her nostrils had been thrown wide with his stench. Blood, blood, blood, it came to her, like a snake coiling up in her gut. More, more, more, and she could not contain the need anymore, didn't want to contain the need -- she paced, once, twice, thrice, and as he launched himself, beautifully white, as pure as snow, she waited. He lunged forward, but she jumped forward, to the side, away from those jaws -- her paws hit ground, but she pivoted her hips, moving, moving, her body twisting like an eel, seeking skin where skin will only be after a moment.

She guesses where he will be, and knows where he will be -- predictable brute, charging forward as if she will wait for him to munch on her flesh. It is a sacred thing, this dance of teeth, of anger rising higher, higher, the adrenaline as brilliant as sex, as the bubbling of satisfaction as she reaches out with her fangs, her jaws gaped open wide, ears flat against her skull. She is an angry thing, and it comes hard and fast, fangs seeking to tear into the side of his neck which he has left exposed. A growl, thunderous and cruel cracks out of her throat as she nears him, throwing herself toward him as if she knew, she knew he would land where she had once been. So quick, this little devil, this little demoness in Wolf's skin. Hah, hah, this was just the beginning, as jaws flex, looking to chop on that lovely virgin neck.

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word count;; 851
tags;; Dimitri
move;; She waited for him to get air born before jumping out of the way, and quickly pivoting and jumping back to where she was, to get him as he landed.
OOC;; length isn't everything y'know. This is fun!

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

He shifts, turning into his wolven side once more. He knew he had to fight her off. Had to beat her, or this one, she would keep on coming. She wouldn't give up until there was nothing left of him. In truth he didn't know if she'd stop even if he won, but he knew it'd make a size able difference. He knew it had to be done for him to have any sense of control on this crazed girl. He needed to win, and that was that. How to do it, was the question at hand.

He fought, and he fought a lot. However, most of it was in his human form. He'd fought, and hunted as a wolf, so it wasn't like he had no clue what he was doing. However, he'd only ever fought one wolf before. It was back home, and a long time ago. He'd found another wolf in the forest, and he'd fought tooth and nail to survive. Since that day he'd learned a lot, he was without a doubt a much better fighter, but going up against other animals was different. This was a wolf, one of his own. She could fight like him, and from the look of her, she'd had a lot more experience at it then he had.

He shifted, watching her for a moment. He ignored to slight sting in his arm, knowing he had to concentrate to best this wild thing. He charges at her, knowing she wouldn't make it as easy as just holding still for him, but he didn't know exaclty how she'd react. He had a plan in mind, it wasn't much, but it was something. He'd been right about her so far. He trusted his gut, and it had served him well this far, why not take it ones step further? He quickly gathered his thoughts and just prayed against anything that he was right.

He gripped the dirt under his paws as he pushes off the ground. He barrels in at her, knowing she wouldn't be still, but now having some idea of what he wanted to do. As he planned when he was in the middle of his assault, she reacted. She tensed up her wiry muscles and sprung away. She flew fast and hard, landing at his side, eyes locked on him. He breathes in, focusing his mind on the fight. "Alright, so far, so good..." he thinks as he comes down onto the ground, skidding to a stop where she had been. His head had already been turning in the air, mind focused on his plan of attack.

He watches as she winds up and springs again. She leaps, eyes glowing with intensity. She was out for his blood, and should wouldn't be happy until she spilled his. A lot of his blood, maybe enough to kill him. She'd have to, have to end his life, if she ever wanted him to concede. He braces himself, tensing his muscles as he plans to initiate the next part of his plan. He knew he'd start to charge her, just to make her move. He knew she'd have to move if she didn't want to be outright flattened by his first jump. She was too smart for that, for it would be suicide to just hold still, even in stubbornness, which this girl had in spades, wouldn't be a good enough reason to hold still.

He knew she'd move, and she did. He also knew that being a bestial hunting monster like she was, meant she wouldn't wait for a second chance. She would tear into him and destroy him at a moments notice. She'd be vicious and merciless until he fell, until he bowed before her feet and submitted to her will, which wasn't going to happen. As predicted, she flung herself at him, came flying at him, mouth agape. She wrenched her jaw open, planning on rending his flesh from his bones on contact. He skids along the ground, watching her in the air, plan and thoughts colliding in his mind. Act! Now was the time to act! "Do it now, or you're fucked" he thinks.

He balls up his muscles, head turned to her as she leapt at him. He sprung from the ground, using the wolf's flexibility and pure might to jump at her, even though not facing her. He jumps with all his strength, jumping sideways, heading for her as she came at him. He feels himself slam into her front and chest as they collide in mid-air. She'd wanted to pounce him, maul him and tear into his flesh. He hoped, however, that she wouldn't be expecting him to come barreling at her again, not so soon. He needed that surprise to get his own hits in on her, and hopefully wear her down quickly. He slams into her, being a smaller breed of wolf, but as big as his kind were able to come. He felt his weight collide with hers, hoping it would also be enough to throw her to the ground, or off balance at least. He turns his head into her body, opening his mouth and snapping at her as they connect. He hoped, prayed to get some wounds in on her, anything in his favor, that would allow him once more to win.

Word Count: 890

Tags: Rin, i hope this is all ok. i'm new to the fighting, so i hope i didn't over step any bounds

OOC: Hope it's good. ^-^ I'm having a lot of fun too.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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She didn't feel him anymore -- it was as if he had shut down his emotions, as if the stench of his rage, of his curiosity had dampened, become so cold, like mold, to rot away what was greatest about him. Dark, dead...her nostrils flared searching the stench of emotion and only found calculative thought blocking her way. No, no, no! -- the Wolf's heart twisted, horror and distress making her stumble when she would have easily severed his jugular from his neck. Where neck met shoulder, where beautiful fangs easily slip in between like a lover's breath and freed that heartbeat, but she couldn't -- she couldn't believe it. Rin, poor, Rin who was so used to dominating, so used to drawing out emotion, making others feel when they would never feel, could not get a reaction out of him.

He thought, he planned, he strategized, but this dance wasn't of the mind. No, stop it, a whine clogs up her throat, forces the nasty snarl which had ripped out of her vocal cords to die, to strangle themselves on this hefty emotion. Disappointment? Horror? She didn't understand, comprehension dying as he landed where she knew he would, as he turned his eyes to look at her, to brace himself. He was thinking, thinking, and she fucking hated it. Let me breathe you in, she wants to roll onto her back, if it would make him feel again. If it would stop this monstrous thought process that turned her off, made her heart cool, her adrenaline to die.

What was he doing? Killing her, destroying her with each heartbeat that passed where his scent no longer spiced her nostrils, when she didn't burn with the need to be closer to him. What was wrong? Why did he act this way? Why was he folding up when this intimate dance, this disastrous dance was about the heart and the soul, not the mind, go away, thought, go away, go away! Hatred, resentment -- it bubbled out: how could she bear to be near someone who acted like Murazar? Who looked at her coldly out of one eye and waited for her to pounce, waiting, waiting, thinking. Her snarl reignites itself as she flies at him, as her paws raise up off of the ground as if she were truly flying, as if she would fly right through him and devour his thinking mind, devour all of that inhibition that stopped his heart from racing, stopped him from being free with her.

There was nothing here of true hatred -- this was a beautiful thing, pads touching the ground, nothing frightening, but glorious: this is what the struggle was all about. This, this with their sweat, and their hackles raised, with their emotions bending out of shape: this stress release was what it was all about. This was life. This was what it was to be alive and he would destroy it by acting human, by holding himself back, back, thinking behind those cold blue eyes, destroying her with each moment that he reigned himself in. Let go, let go! Rin is crying, her fingers tangled in her hair as she screams and screams, hating this, hating the familiarity between the two of them. Yet her heart is racing, with pain, with anxiety. Take me away from here, she wants to cry and the Wolf is caught off guard by the sheer intensity of this want, this desire which comes and wraps vines around her very feet. She cannot move, cannot do anything as she stalls, as she freezes in that moment of indecision: and he strikes.

She knew it was coming, but Rin's cries echoes so fiercely in her own fiery heart it is an impossible call to dismiss. The brute comes at them, shoulder ramming up against her; he was heavy, bulky where she was thin: he outweighed her by over fifty pounds, and she felt every inch of that as it clashed with her own body. I don't want to be here! the girl is screaming, crumpling against the Wolf, her knees drawing upward, upward, tears coming hard and fast, confusing the Wolf as the black stumbles to the ground, as her jaw almost breaks from the jarring impact of fang on shoulder. She rolls, bonelessly, as if she has lost consciousness, collapsing as his feet as the girl screams, unable to stop the pain from overwhelming her. Too much like him, she cries, her eyes squeezed shut as the black wolf rises, trembling from rage, from a body ache, her eyes black and pitiless, a merciless stare. She stands, ears shifting down against her skull, her head lowering as she snarls, as the growl that rips out of her throat rumbles outward like clashing thunder; lines squirm along her face, shoulders tremble, hackles stiffen. Too much like him for comfort, which his emotions all clogged up, with the thinking and the strategy.

Rin is curled up against the Wolf's heart, her fingers cold and numb as she tries to warm herself against that fiery flame, to close her ears, her senses against the strange phenomena coming at her. Why doesn't he feel? Why doesn't he let go? The black wolf snarls and takes a few steps forward, quivering on the verge of action as the girl is collapsing, dissipating from conscious thought. Something is wrong, so very wrong, but she cannot say it aloud -- the wolf does not think in language, but in emotions, and she cannot communicate with a wolf that is so full of human.

Human, the Wolf's disgust and resentment are palpable where it curdles the air, her tail lashing. Your fault, and blame has been thrown. Ears twitching forward, she listens to his heart beat, to the muted stench of his human sickness. Holding back? Worthless, the black wolf snorts, derision severe in her eyes as Rin weeps, hiding her face, unwilling to look out from the Wolf's eyes.

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word count;; 998
tags;; Dimitri
move;; She almost breaks her jaw against his shoulder, and rolls (she is outweighed by 55 lbs). She gets up, walks forward, snarling. No attack.
OOC;; Sigh. Posted ^-^ Rin is scared of you now >__>

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

He feels himself connect with her, watching her roll away from him after the attack. His plan had worked, at least somewhat. He'd managed to get away while only taking some lesser wounds, and sparring his throat from punishment. He turns and faces her as she gets up and growls out her anger. He wants to step forward, to engage her again, but there's something different now. She was still facing him, body still set as if she wanted this fight, and yet...something was gone.

He'd managed to defend himself, managed to push her away again, but he doubted this was it. He stares at her, his eyes' lock on hers fading as he scans over her body as she stands. She wasn't hurt, at least not wounded. She was still intact, and not bleeding. So then why, why didn't this feel right anymore. It wasn't as if he'd abused her and was continuing without letting up. Aside from her jaw probably being bruised he doubted she was hurt that badly. He just couldn't figure it out...

He stands still a moment, just fixated on watching her. He watches the way she seems to seize up at certain moments, the way her eyes seem to be trying to roll in on themselves. She seemed like she was having an internal fight, with herself, and she wasn't fairing to well. He breathes in the air, getting a dose of her scent, breathing her into his lungs. Something was different. Something was wrong. This girl had snuck up on him and when she had, she was so...full of life. She had such a burning fire behind her eyes.

It had changed now. She practically dripped with heavy emotions. She smelled of fear, of horror. She didn't look too different on her outward appearance, but her eyes were what betrayed her. She looked like...like she was scared of him now. He'd only gotten one attack in. One lucky one at that, she shouldn't have been afraid of him for that. He sensed that even though she was walking towards him and growling, that she was holding back. Something was going haywire in her brain. While she didn't appear to be any different, this scent of her in his nose told him it was a lie.

She was just standing there now. Walking towards him, growling, but that was all. Where had all her fighting spirit gone? Moments ago she'd have showed no mercy and would still be tearing away at him. She wasn't though. She was just kind of...stopped. This wasn't right. He didn't know much about her still, but this wasn't right, it was damn wrong. She was so...different. She had so much life, so much fire burning in her soul. She'd seemed more than happy to be near him, to talk, what little she did, to act, to be! She was so in tune with it, and now it was fading from her. What on Earth had happened?

She was making an impact on him, that was for sure. Most people he saw as beneath him. He didn't waste more time on them than was necessary to either shut them up, get them out of his way, or rob them blind. Sometimes though, there were people who were special or unique enough to catch his eye. He thought of them as his possessions. He took them under his wing in a sense, and kept a watchful eye on them. He tended to help them if in need, and if someone else came sniffing around his people he'd make them regret it.

She has pulled him in with her odd sense of existence. She had come right up to him, and had the audacity to try and tell him what was what. She was different, she was strong willed, and she was easy on the eyes, that was a definite plus. He was quickly deciding that he wanted her to be his. He wanted to make her one of his possessions and have her on his side. This clashed in his head with his current predicament of fighting her. He shakes his head a bit, taking a step or two closer to her.

He wanted to attack, to finish this fight and prove to her he could back up his words. He also wanted to win her on his side and make her his. He was conflicted, and didn't know what to do. He decided to chance it and not attack. He takes another step closer to her, watching her closely. He wants to ask her, "What?....What is it? What's wrong with you? Why didn't you attack me...Are you alright?" . but he knows she probably wouldn't answer him anyway. He also didn't want to let on that he was slightly concerned for her.

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Tags: Rin. He just moves closer to her.

OOC: Sorry about the previous post. I hope this one is better. Sorry she's scared of him >.> Hope this helps.

[YAHTZEE!]

YAHTZEE!

Without warning, a single deer burst from the brush from off to the side, looking around with terrified eyes and then darted off. After a second or two of hesitation, a large pack of deer followed, clambering straight for the two human-like people in front of them.

Have fun! (:

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Fear tasted like blood -- overflowing her mouth, her nose, her ears, running through her skin as if it would never stop; as if she would simply become this manifestation of fear: this far cry of pain and agony ripped clean out of her chest. she was a voice without a voice, a scream that curdled milk, nails scratching down the chalk board. She hated t his feeling, but still she was changing, was becoming it; the beast was taking over, and it wasn't what anyone thought it would be: she was already Wolf, and the Wolf was in the forefront.

this beast was solely Rin, everything bad inside of her that had made a foothold in her soul. She was dying, dying, twisting as she struggled to get away from the pain of it all, the sheer, unadulterated dementia that tilted her world sideways and made her sees with crooked eyes. He wasn't feeling - broken, monstrous thing. Terrifying, beast, but it was simply a wolf that didn't know itself to be a wolf. Was it pitiful this gut reaction, this jerk reaction? The Wolf snarled, it's jaws cracking open as it's voice ripped through the very foundation of the girl's fear. she didn't look, couldn't possibly look when the world was the way it was: with his emotions stifled and chilled by the wintry disposition of the man's mind. What was wrong with him?

Rin wanted to reach out, to pull every fiber of hair from his skin, to peel back the layers, one painful stretch at a time until only the emotion remained, until he was so maddened by anger, by agitation he could no longer think only react to her as she deserved. Only act against her, his jaws snapping at hers, his hackles raised in fiery defiance. The Wolf snarled again, this time vocal and thunderous as it's fangs flashed; she took a step forward when the brute hesitated, when his disgusting humanity surfaced and made him pause. He didn't understand her, would never understand her perhaps, but Rin wanted to understand him, and it was the only thing that lifted her gaze, that brought that fire raging backward, that spitefulness, that passion that rankled the pride. Get back the Wolf thought without thinking, her emotions suffocating the girl as they pulsed around her skin, alive and electric. But Rin knew this dance, and wrapped herself in this warmth, this electricity, this utter life that poured through her fingers. She would be perfect, if she had the Wolf by her side, if she could never become something like him.

Her jaws glimmered black and sinful against the pure white of those daggers.

He had paused, and it would be his doom -- could she rise back up, could she stand on her two feet beside the Wolf? Could she stand on her own? No, no, she didn't want to know -- but the Wolf persuaded her, pushing it's nose against her face, brushing it's flank against her chest, urging her to grab on, to hold on, to wrap her fingers in fur and become one with her again, to know the joy of this kill, the joy of this hunt -- her nose filled with the scent of deer, but she did not bother with it; her eyes solely for the brute, for the wintry property which she must claim simply for the claiming.

Dimitri didn't want her jaws around him? Then he better be ready; thoughts of fighting him instilled a certain fear in Rin, but the Wolf was washing her gently with it's tongue, swallowing all of that fear and purifying it in the simmering rage of it's soul. Be ready, it thinks without thinking, it loves without ever truly loving: devotion at it's most extreme; she gives herself to the girl she despises, offers that support that no one in her life had ever thought to offer.

The black wolf tensed, it's narrow shoulders bunching together as if it were readying to simply fly in to the sky -- it was when the scent maddened her, when the sound of a thrashing heartbeat so close to her own destroyed what was left of her concentration. The deer raised it's eyes, it's black and petrified eyes -- the smell of fear was an aphrodisiac as it launched itself forward on winged hooves and disappeared into the forest. A moment's hesitation before the others followed -- before the clarion call of heartbeats thundered in her very blood, calling to her more fiercely than anything else could have at that moment. It was primal, it was real, it was prey -- her jaws opened up in a wolfish smile, panting laughter as her muscles bunched and launched herself: right passed Dimitri and chasing after the deer, her voice lifting up, up. breath ragged with delight.

Her tail flicked up, a challenge, Come race me if you dare, -- and again, finally, finally, Rin is laughing, her delight giving the Wolf strength to carry on.

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word count;; 841
tags;; Dimitri
move;; Advances....then runs after the deer.
OOC;; this is a little ridiculous but I couldn't get the image out of my head. sorry xD

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