I [[wanna]] F33L my heart >Explode!~<

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx

It had surely been an odd week for him. He'd combed nearly
every imaginable inch of this damned island. Since there were no classes in session, he'd had nothing but time to kill while he was here. He'd been in the forest, through the parks, in the mall, on the beach. He'd peeked around the dorms, chased down a rabbit boy even. He'd taken a very rapid peek at the library but decided against it. Sure enough he'd passed by the club enough times to know where it was. The music was often loud enough to be heard several building away. He'd heard it alright, and in truth that's what had drawn him in.

He'd never been one "for dancing." Sure, he supposed he could,
and even had on one or two very sparse and spread out
occasions. He hadn't really enjoyed himself on either
occasion, but it wasn't something he'd whole-heartedly object
to, he supposed. The music was what made it bearable in his
mind. He loved music. He could get wrapped up in and swept away by the music. True enough, this place, like all of the others like it, didn't play very much music he found to his liking, but they did have the occasional gem tucked away in their blankets of trashy, new-age, poor excuse for "pop" music.

He figured as long as he just focused on the "music" aspect of
the music, and ignored what passed for lyrics these days that
he'd be alright. He'd go in, and just relax. He wouldn't let
any of these dance club freaks get the better of him. Sure
enough a fist-fight in here would be a hell of a sight, and an interesting experience, but he was somewhat tired of constantly tearing people apart. He'd gone out tonight to have a night off, to relax and do something to destroy his boredom.

He cracks a sly grin as he pushes open the door, the music
assualting his body and ears with the amount of bass pushing
off the club's speakers. The women too. He chuckels to himself
a bit. There were bound to be a plethora of women here, who
knows how good looking or interesting, but hey. He was a "guy" after all. He wasn't one to object to a close proximity to a
good looking woman. It didn't happen too often, so it was nice when it did. He walks his way in, eying the small bar in the front side of the bar, overflowing with people as he could have imagined.

He wanders his way into the club, turning and flexing his body, weaving through the people. Normally he'd just storm his way through, bumping past and into the people he needs to move out of his way, but he decided to keep his calm as long as possible. He wanders his way into the middle of the club, noting the people all around him. There were a few "familiar" faces, as there would be by now. People he'd happened to have seen around the island, and had semi-recognizable faces. He didn't know anyone around him more than possible past victim, or person he'd just seen recently enough to recognize.

He breathes in, his nostrils and mind flaring, filling with the scents of what must have been close to 200 people packed into this place. His mind races, processing out the smells, fitting an animal to each of the scents he'd caught and filtered out. Dog, dog, cat, fish, fish, cat, bird, bug, bird, bug, ...bat? Tiger, cougar, lion, Gods were there enough cats? His nostrils flare up again, head turning side to side. What was this one now...why so...familiar. The little burning sixth sense in the back of his head went off. The one that kept him safe. He hadn't felt it in around two weeks. What was it he was doing... His mind clamped down, brain racing back in time, what was it he'd done...

Word Count: 670

Tags: Rin <33

OOC: here you are ^_^ hope it's ok.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

There was no beginning, no middle, no end; she was simply the extension of the fire which lit her up from the inside. She was the Wolf, she was the sweat, the need to fill her lungs with the noxious breath of those around her: she was their pulse, their master, they moved, moved, turning their bodies to fit against her, always, always. With a twist, she led, with tilt of her head, tendons sprung free in her neck, and they came, they saw, they tried to conquer the very thing that was untameable. It was the itch, the need, the little bit of dominance play that turned her toes, and colored her pink -- the Wolf was salivating, drool dripping down from between her narrow lips, those fangs sheathed, for now, for now. Always that violence, always that trepidation of bloodshed sending her pulse racing, her eyes dilating. She was always that momentary breath, that hesitation before the explosion.

The bomb was ticking, ticking, and it was thrumming along with the loud bashing sound of your heart crashing against the ribcage of your bones; it was vibrating in tune with her motions, left, right, left, left, down, so sweet as she fit herself against you, as she owned you with each flutter of her eyes under the thick lashes of her seduction. She saw you, she knew you, but there was something outstandingly feral about the way her fingers slipped up the line of your chest, something dangerously sweet about the gentility of her fingers where they touched your throat, where she twisted and moved, where she writhed and wriggled against y our body. Friction made the burning sweeter: touch, and touch alone heightened the pulse riding between you.

She was this emotion, this burning taste of flesh on flesh; she was the music, her breath a pantomimed glory of sexual desire as she turned and turned, as her hips swayed, as the muscles in her legs flexed and flitted away. Rin was no ghost: she was full of blood, full of flesh as she tilted her head, as her hair cascaded down the narrow line of her little back; her smile was playful, the turn of her eyebrows a mischievous little tilt of madness that drew those hands, drew in those around her. Prey, predator -- it didn't matter to her, the big bad wolf, the truest animal here, succumbing to the basest instinct known to man and woman: dominance.

The Wolf was in the business of owning, and she would stamp out those nasty faces of her past and replace them with power, replace them and fill in the empty void with this need: this flirtation of violence and fetishes. She slipped out from between the boy she was grinding against, her face smiling, ever so slightly, demanding her find her, challenging, the tell-tale linger of her scent plastered into his very essence. She carried his scent, but it was nothing to the boisterous pounding of the beat of the music slipping beneath her clothes. Her black skirt was riding up higher and higher on her pale skin, hands pulling, pushing, fingering the edges as hands grabbed at her: nameless, faceless, they blurred with the ecstasy of their combined scents.

She and Wolf lost herself to this game, to this play, losing track of the hours, of the dances, of the songs which flitted through her body, which fucked her senseless as she used and abused those who came too close. Her fingers twitched, her body pulsed and moved: she was a flickering pyre in the midst of humanity: where others sweated, where makeup ran down sleek faces, where clothes wrinkled and hair frizzed, Rin remained apart of it all. She moved as if she could move forever in this dance, as if it were her body which inspired the music; her hair hung back bangs flickering to the side, constantly moving, moving, her clothes untouched and lingering in between breasts and tiny waist, between the parting of her thighs where she nestled so close, where she disappeared so fast.

-----------and her smile.

It lit the room up -- so savage and terrible, nothing of the human in it, nothing of the little girl which longed for home. Here was the purest essence of Rin: that need to devour the very world which had denied her. She claimed with her scent, swallowing others, hidden by others -- shoulders moved, side to the side, hands so slight and small slipping over her ribcage, pressing down, down, over the curve of her waist, down as she bent, as she arched her back and came back up; her eyes flickered, smokey and lustful, full of that hateful satisfaction. She was hunting and catching her prey; sultry and fluid she peeked out from under her bangs, and caught full eye contact with a wolf she had never thought to see again: the white, the boy in her forest... and it was as if his scent called to her, as if his scent made the others useless -- the touch of those hands on her became numb: the taste of their sweat on her tongue to ash.

He was here, her rival, her companion, the one she would claim or be claimed by; her head tilted, her fingers slipping down over her body as she purred in silence. Rin moved as if she were a puppet whose strings were attached to the heavy bass of the music, slipping to the side then down, down, down her eyes glittering and black, full of that need, that fire that made her so perfect, so dangerous. She was the burning fire that created the shadows around her; she looked at him, at Dimitri, and the rest of the world faded away. A smile, a challenge, a want, a need, a desire -- she projected these things out, calling him to her, her eyes catching his, refusing to let go. Come with me, and the Wolf slips up in feral delight behind her shining black eyes.

Together, one and the same -- she called and knew, somewhere deep within her bones, he had no choice but to answer. She called, and opened herself up to his hunger, wanting nothing more than his hands on her, his breath on her skin, their sweat slipping together as the music rocked them into this sweet delirium. There was no beginning: she simply existed. There was no middle -- just this dance, this play which must be met, and no ending, no, never that. Never an ending --- for there was always something Rin had to do, always something she had to say, and it was there, this promise as sweet as honey on her tongue, pulsing erratically as the blood in her very veins surged forward. Nothing but the Wolves, nothing but this delicate, dangerous dance of flesh and tongues and fangs. She twirled, and called.

[/SIZE]

word count;; 1159
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; ^-^Yahtzee...please don't post! and ello Dimi-dear.

[/SIZE]

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx

He turns in place, body rotating as he looks around. His sixth sense was on fire at this point. It was burning him alive. He could feel his skin practically set on fire. He was a fighter, and a thief, so seeing many faces wasn't the problem. It was the fact that most of those faces had been spread out, not all shoved together into one small place. His eyes flit around, seeking out who or what is causing him to feel this way. His eyes pass over her before he realizes who it was. His mind fuzzes over for a second, looking back in her direction, but she was moving at this point.

His eyes jump around, scanning the area around where she just was. Was it really her? He was almost positive. He turns his head, left and right, then back, his eyes sweeping, scanning the faces for that feral girl he'd met in the forest. He finally catches sight of her again as she begins to dance with another group of boys. He watches, unblinking as her body twists and sways, moving to the music, and yet completely apart from it. She twists and grinds, using her body to ensnare these boys around her. He tilts his head a bit, watching as they push up harder, closer, trying to merge their bodies with hers. He watches as they sneak in, laying hands and anything else they can get in close, touching themselves to her body.

He feels the surge of jealousy and anger wash over him that he feels with all of the people he claims dominion over, but he hadn't quite claimed her, no..not yet. He would though, if it was the last thing he did, he'd claim this beast woman yet. There was something else there to, something he didn't fully understand, nor want to acknowledge. Something else inside that anger for his new toy, something else that drove his fury deeper. Something that made the sight of these boys with their hands and hips all over her, not only infuriate him, but sicken him to his core. He blinks once, then again, trying to clear this haze of anger from his vision.

While he's trying to clear his vision he's bumped by someone. In his rage he spins around and levels them, knocking them to the floor and away. "Watch it!" [/b] he yells at them as they skid away, hobbling up and running off into the crowd. He growls again, turning around to look at where she was, but finding only a small crowd of now disillusioned young men. He pivots his head around again, scanning for her face. He finds her again, this time ever so much closer to him. Her eyes were locked on him, as she seemed to hover her way effortlessly through the crowd. She moved, eyes fixed on him, barely blinking as she made her way closer.

He had wanted to see her again anyway, but there was something, some force behind her eyes that told him she wanted him to be there as well, that she wanted to see him too. He tilts his head a bit, taking a slow step forward, then another. His eyes locked on hers, the people around them seemed to almost fade away. If he hadn't had to push and work his way through people now, he'd swear there wasn't anyone left but the two of them. He swallows hard, his chest jumping up a bit as the song changes and he pushes through a crowd of grouped up men and women to make his way closer to her.

Closer and closer he got to her, the burning look in her eyes, ever more present. It was in there, he was sure of it. He could feel, could taste it. It hung there, hot and haunting, tugging on his very soul. She held that smile, that smile that only she possessed. That smile he felt she'd smile if even on the verge of death. A smile that winning, or losing would be on this girl's face. That smile that simply said, "I'm better, I win." He smirks a bit as he pushes a young man aside who'd stepped between the two of them. Ignoring the words of the now frustrated boy he hooks his foot beside his, knocking this boy over, effectively silencing him.

He takes the final few steps before he's so close, that one more half step would put him against her. He clenches one fist, the other hand raising up a bit, resting on his hip a bit as he tilts his head a bit, cracking a grin at her. He looks her over, eyes traveling up and down over her body. She was a mess, hot and sweaty, but still managed to look good, which made him smile even more. How long has she been here? He didn't know, but given how she looked, and the fact that she'd been dancing with those random boys, he'd assumed some time. He didn't peg her for the "dancing" type, but then again neither was he. He had seen her dance, if only briefly though, and she seemed to enjoy it, she was certainly getting into it enough.

He looks down at her, at her smoldering, unrelenting eyes. He smiles a bit, half genuinely, half smirking as he looks down at her. He changes his footing, leaning ever so slightly closer to her as he looks at her. His nose is on fire, breathing in the scent of her. The smell of her intensity, of her sweating passion, of he internal fire. It's enough to make the rest of the scents in the room simply fade into oblivion. He focuses on her, locking his mind on her smell so he won't lose her while she's here. He looks down at her, pausing only a moment before speaking. "So...it's you. The little beast girl." [/b] he says with a grin.

Word Count: 994

Tags: The amazing miss Rin.

OOC: Quite a post *fans self* I hope this one's alright. The next one should prove more..interesting, hehe.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

Did he know what it felt like to have those burning eyes on her skin, to know he was staring at her, at her, yes, yes, there was something great about this, but did he know it? Did he know the hunger that matched her own? That he was gnawing on the edges of his own leash, rushing to reach her, to reach out and force his hands on her body? Was he even aware of the steps that must be taken? That this was no little joke, this was nothing that he had ever felt before -- no, no, Rin was quite certain he was only half-aware, as they always were. Only half-aware of the deceptive nature of the Wolf, of the whorish turn of it's tail, of the slip of it's fangs as it caressed flesh, slipping beneath the skin to release the blood. Yes, she was positive now, powerful with the omnipotent confidence that fiery devil.

She moved, her hips slipping to the side, and she knew there would be someone there to hold onto her, to want her, to need to her -- to acknowledge once and for all that she was Alpha here. No one breathed against her neck without her permission, no one touched her without the call that unravaled in her heart. Could he know; her eyes slipped up toward his, cunning with that ferocious hunger, that genius that comes with madness. Rin, beautiful, darling Rin had become something else, and it was empowering, provocative; with a tip of her neck, she called to those around her -- easy prey, they think, but it is not in her mind. She is not that cunning.

Rin is simply bloated on conciet, thinking with the power snapping, crackling through each sultry sway of her body, with each pair of eyes that lock on her, each twitch of hands that reach out ot her, she is simply showing her dominance. Yes, yes, they look at her, they want her, but she is letting them come closer, she is letting them sweat, letting them rub their scent onto her own skin. She searches for no one, her motives are nothing but this claiming, this vicious, cruel fire that sets hearts aflame, burns deep in the loins. She may have grinned -- too quick to see within the folds of that smile, the darkness of her thoughts. These boys were not her equal, and every time they came closer, every time they met her face-to-face she proved it again and again. Tease, humans would call her. Alpha, the Wolf snarls, it's eyes glittering behind the churning hunger in Rin's.

But it is not they who are important -- it is the equals she seeks, now, forever. Her eyes have found their target, and the dance has begun, but it is not simply the claiming: this is the call of the female to the male, the bitch to the brute, to take her, to claim her if he dared, if he could. There was nothing human, but the turning velocity of this pure thought, this pure energy that gave her strength when she should be swaying on her feet.

Rin was on a rampage. Too long had she been cooped up because of injuries, too long had she paced within her room frightened of the rain; finally the Wolf had spoken, and finally, yes, yes, finally, Rin had given in. With smiles, with welcome, she had given in to the Wolf, had fled the room which had become a cage, had fled the memories of Mura, of Etta, of Luke as he watched her all blood-soaked and hysterical. Rin, with efficient coldness carved those names, those faces out of her heart and took the world by her burning, angry fist. She rubbed up against those around her, called to them, proved to herself again and again that this was right, this was what it was to be herself. She was Rin, she was Wolf and no matter what happened, no matter what hell unleashed in this world, Rin would still be exactly that: herself. Wounds itched where they healed under her shirt, where the foreign stench of males lingered over the braises: claws down her back, but it does not ruin the sensual curve of her back -- no, no, it merely makes her stronger, makes her smile more dangerous. A scar runs down the length of her side from Rose: but it is well hidden and pearly white from age. Her shoulder is punctured by clumsy Etta, but it is healing; it is closed, and sweat only stings, only brings her vision to an ultra-sensitive multi-hued extreme.

The Wolf dreams red; Rin, lives it.

Dimitri is reaching out to her, the intensity in his eyes slipping away as he holds himself back -- but that is not what Rin adores most; it is not her obsession she seeks in his hesitating heart. No, no, there is no need for control -- she has had enough of control. Instead, she wants him to feel, to feel as hungrily as she does -- that tight knot in the stomach where the blood lust resides; that sensitivity of the skin as a touch sets you aflame. Come touch the fire, ladies, gentlemen; she does not hesitate when he does -- her eyes only flicking slightly to those he has pushed aside. It is a show of strength and it thrills her: the Wolf wriggles, jaws gaping open. There is no anger. There is only them, this, us.

The world is spinning, and she is spinning with it, slipping up like a little nymph, closing that distance as he grins, his words slipping over her like acid, So...it's you. The little beast girl. She smiles, that defiant, confident smile -- her lips turning ever so slightly as she licks her lip, as she rises up onto her tip toes -- the Wolf is there, so powerful, so needy, so hungry to taste him , to run it's tongue over his skin and try to take him. But it is different, this strange tension that slips up the line of her back: she wants him to try to take her, but she will not make it easy, no, no, there is only victory for the strong, for those who are truly her equal. It is different between wolves; so it is different between she and he, between these two souls which have burned upon meeting each other, which burn now, their breath commingled, his taunt in the air as she swallows his scent, as she rises upward. Her fingers coil in his shirt, clutching him tightly, pulling him down as she buries her nose against his neck, yes, this is the smell she wants, this is the scent she has craved for days.

Here is strength, here is want. She murmurs, "Yes, it's me. " her tongue slips out from her mouth, slipping up the line of his neck to the base of his jaw; she tilts her face slightly, hair falling back in a cascade of black. Rin laughs, but it is a small sound, parting her lips, slipping over the contours of her tongue -- it is a small, laugh of delight. "I want you to be mine."

Rin does not release him. Her eyes stare up at him, the tendons in her neck jostling and tightening. Look at me, she thinks, the Wolf salivating, wanting, wanting. Look at me, her fingers release him slightly, softening, and only me..

[/SIZE]

word count;; 1270
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; bahaha, muse nearly strangled me. I'm just testing out headers. >>' Next one might be different.

[/SIZE]

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx

He smiles as he watches her, eyes locked in the fiery gaze of her own. There was always something sinister at work behind her eyes, but whether it was sheer arrogance or just some external and yet inward knowledge, he wasn't afraid of it. Whatever it was definitely wanted something from him. Something he might not be willing to give. It wasn't alone though. There was also Rin in her body. Whatever it was, her "inner wolf" it wanted suffering, and blood, but there wasn't just girl, and there wasn't just wolf. His own inner beast was without a doubt one of the biggest sources of his strength. Most likely why he got mad so fast, too.

However, he had restraint over his wolf. He heard it's voice, heard it's call at all hours, never resting, always just beneath his skin. But through force of will and stubbornness, he'd forced it down. Locked it inside of him. It was a part of him, one he'd never lose, but he controlled it, not the other way around, not like this girl. She was the person, she held the body they shared, but her wolf was definitely more of a second driver, than just a passenger. It confused, and unhinged him a little, but he was still not afraid, not yet.

He smirks as he watches her, can see her taking such pure delight in being the tool of these boys' frustrations. Of getting them all wound up, but it seemed to mean nothing to her. She was almost on the hunt it seemed. She was here for a reason, she was feeding off they're crazed emotions, breathing in, thriving in the attention, but why this kind of attention? Most likely because she has all she needed and more to elicit more than her fare share of it. With a simple turn of her head causing her hair to fall, one slide of her hand down her thigh, one sideways glance as she bent over away from you, it was certainly enough for all these men, and quite enjoyable to Dimitri as well.

He wouldn't say anything, couldn't possibly. She already knew he was enjoying this, but he'd never give her all she wanted, would never admit to it, thus robbing her of that ultimate satisfaction of someone submitting to what you want. He watches her as she moves, moves below him, all of the energy she had taken from these boys, radiating out of her, flowing out as she grinned that mind exploding grin of hers. She moved again now, moving close to him. He cocks an eyebrow, watching as she clutches at his clothes.

She moves in, getting very close to him. She laughs a bit, seeming to enjoy herself. Again, he wouldn't admit it, but he liked the fact that she got so close. He can feel it again, he feels her breathing in his scent, taking him into her body. He can't see her face, but he can imagine the look spreading across her face, the look in her eye as the wolf in her scents what he can only assume it thinks of as prey. His mind reels as her tongue slips out, licking along his neck. His initial response is to jerk back at the administration of such an odd sensation, but he locks himself in place, not wanting to move away from her yet.

His eyes close slowly, opening in a new kind of haze now as he forces himself to keep quiet as she tastes his flesh. He would never tell her just what kind of thrill that offered him. His breath finally makes it's way out of him, spilling out across the top of her head. He uses the chance of her lack of distance to lean in a bit, eyes scanning what of her he could see, nose taking in her scent. From this close it was as pure as it could be, not mixed in with the sweat and stink of these others. It burned in his nostrils, igniting in his mind as he relishes in her company.

It's ultimately her words that do the trick. What she says, is what brings him back to reality. "To be yours, huh?" he thinks, the idea toying around in his mind for a minute only. He slides one hand down quickly, taking a hold of her hip as he presses up close, leaving nothing but a hair's distance from their bodies touching as he leans into her, mouth moving to her ear. "Well that's very flattering miss..." he trails off. His hand slides across to the small of her back, his body moving slightly to the music as he mock-dances with her.

He smirks again, brushing his lips to her ear, feeling her hair tickle his face. "You know...I never "did" catch your name you know? Curious....So, feel like telling me what it is?" He asks her as he turns a bit, hand guiding her with him as he half dances, half carries her around as he speaks. He moves one hand to her hip, the other taking hold of one of her hands as he slowly spins her. He spins her all the way around, then around half-way one more time. He stops her as she's facing away from him. He takes a quick moment to scan his eyes down the back of her body before pulling her in close, pressing his chest to her back.

He brings her arms down, pulled across her stomach, so each arm is crossing the opposite side, there by some what restraining her. He leans in again, inhaling her scent as he moves down her neck. He opens his mouth as he reaches the base of her neck, teeth grazing along her skin as his eyes tilt up to look at her, knowing she can't see him right now. "Unfortunately though, I must decline your offer. Because you see, my comment from last time still stands." He flicks his tongue out, tasting the sweet bitterness of her skin, reveling in her taste on his tongue.

He leans back down, teeth grazing a bit more firmly this time. "I am Dimitri Zhukov. I am not owned, I am no ones pet. No ones. However, my dear. I'd very much like to make you mine." He says, his grin re-emerging on his face, hands still holding her as he looks up at her again, breath coming at an irregular pace, heart pounding in his chest from what he was doing. Now all that remained was how she'd take it, and how she'd answer him.

Word Count: 1103

Tags:Rin my darling <3

OOC: Oh she is a tease is she not. She's so fiery. enjoy yourself mrs.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

Did it matter what drove him forward? What made his hands reach out and grab her hips, her skin, his smell imprinting on her, rubbing off on her -- it was a high, this dance, this touch; it was a little bit of love and a little bit of hate. She wanted him, but how did she want him? Her eyes glimmered, sparkling with that excitement, pulsing in her throat, with her heart that thrummed away like a hummingbird. His closeness made her feel effeminate, he made her feel like someone who was worth touching, worth knowing -- so in the wolfish way she strove to impress.

Her Wolf, to his. Her love of life, against his sarcasm and manly lusts -- it was so obvious, this emotion he associated with her: she was not completely blind to it, with it burning her nostrils, slipping into her brain and spinning her round and round. The Wolf licked it's lips, knowing a mate when it saw one, but the girl, little Rin, too used to running people over without looking back could not make sense of this man who did not give in to her. She was bull-headed and fierce, her fangs had punctured his skin, her body which had outrun his; in all these aspects, she was the stronger, the quicker, the fiercer, and yet he held onto this claim of superiority, looking down at her as if she were something to be eaten.

Rin expected the Wolf to balk, to bare it's fangs, but the Wolf was immersed in the game, knowing when it was time to flirt, when it was time to give in --- and it wasn't giving in right now, not yet, oh no, not even close to giving in to the other. It wasn't time for submission, it was time for the clashing, for it's will to growl along the white's. With a surge of power slithering through her veins, Rin felt herself expanding -- she slipped under his arm, following his lead as she tilted her head back, as her hair draped between them as if a barrier. Were there eyes on her? On him? She didn't care, couldn't find it in her heart to give a shit about anything but the heat in his hands, the fearlessness with which he touched her, without permission, without care.

That, right there, was his power -- his inability to know boundaries, to take what he wanted, when he wanted ... and he wanted her; it was in the hard line of his body as he pressed to her, as his breath fogged up her neck; her pulse skyrocketed with his closeness, her back arching against his chest, head tilting back, giving to him what she had not given to anyone else: this moment of freedom, this friction and sweat which slipped over their moving bodies. The dances continued, but it was an eternity of heat as he lit her up, as his voice jolted through her consciousness, as the Wolf opened it's mouth and panted, rolling to it's side with a huffy sort of satisfaction.

She knew, what the girl did not -- there was power in this sort of submission, there was power in tilting her head back to expose her neck, in giving away a little bit of her pride to hold onto him tighter and tighter. She was a child, right now, gripping onto him and demanding that he become hers so she could be with him, so she could remain within his presence. The Wolf was no child, it lured, where the other demanded, it flicked it's tail up and purred where the other closed it's fist and snarled it's frustration. She gave in to the Wolf's wisdom, trusting implicitly in the fiery madness of her ingenuity.

There was something to be said about the girl's ability to give herself over to a cause: she shivered, but no goosebumps slipped over her skin; she laughed, no, no, nothing so abrasive or hearty -- she chuckled, yes, a drunken sort of laugh that slipped out from between her lips as eager as a moan. Rin twists her hips, slipping back, back, pressing herself to him, giving him no room though he had her back, though he had her vulnerable angle. The Wolf's confidence gave her such strength, such boldness: she chuckled and arched, nipping at Dimitri's ear, her head dropped back on his shoulder where he was leaning down to to whisper such horrendous things. "I'm not for the taking," she murmurs, but it is not Rin who is speaking but the Wolf, yes, that volatile creature taking by force what the girl would have given freely; the voice rumbles with a growl, her eyes sultry and burning where they meet the ice in Dimitri's.

She, darkness, and he -- the lightning that comes to spear her in half. It is impossible to ignore, this attraction, this need to prove herself to someone who had so much confidence, so much presence. Impossible to be anything but a little bit in love with a man who could stand here, and tell her so strongly that she, yes, Rin, this Wolf, this girl, could not have something within her grasp. She spins, breaking free of his grasp and rises up on the tip of her toes, fingers knotting in his shirt again, holding him down against her -- her tongue darts out to lick the sweat along the corner of his mouth and murmurs, softly, "I'm Rin." -- and her eyes flick up, meeting his as she releases him the same moment she ducks down away; she smiles, that powerfully conceited little smile, that condescending little smile and cannot help but tease, "How bad do you wanna catch me? I'm a fast runner, remember?" oh that sparkle! That knowledge that she had outrun him -- she goads him because she can, throws her strengths outward in the bold way that wolves try to impress one another: without lies, bare-faced and honest. I can do this, can you?

[/SIZE]

word count;; 1019
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; skidoosh ;3

[/SIZE]

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx


His head was spinning, his thoughts a blaze, his mind in flames. This was all so fast, and exciting. He'd never wanted someone as much as he'd wanted this fiery little creature. Rin. She was called Rin. A name forever burned into his mind, a name he'd cling so tightly to his chest it would be marked there, a scar marking him forever. He stared her down, his body moving, matching each stride she made, his hands moving as hers do, eyes fixed on hers, not knowing what was happening in her head, but knowing all to well what was going on in his own.

It was her eyes that gave her away, that beast inside of her was staring out at him again. This girl bent and swayed, twisted and turned, moved in her own rhythm, but he still caught what lingered beneath. There was a duality to her, one that had been showing itself more and more as he caught on. He already knew her wolf split her mind. It had it's own pool of knowledge, separate from this girl's own. It was fascinating, and at the same time, somewhat sad. He was enamored, by everything and anything from this girl. He was so involved in his own thoughts, he pushes the ideas back, into the recesses of his mind. It was there though, lingering in the back, the guilt he felt, knowing she was of two minds, and therefore might now be totally lucid to what was happening.

It didn't matter now, not at this time, there was nothing he wanted to focus on, nothing except the thrill of the hunt. She claimed dominion over him, and she had some right to it. She'd wounded him, more so than he'd done to her in their scuffle, and she'd bested him in their impromptu race. However, he wasn't the type to give up. Not now, and probably not ever. Not to mention, he wanted her. His heart and mind ached, pulsed, needing every second of her that he soaked up. Needed it as much as she needed his touch on her skin. He revels in the sight of her, moving against him, beneath him, her body mingling with his. He breathes her in deeply, eyes half lid-ding for a moment, before snapping back open as she twists her body 'round, slipping out from his hold.

He almost growls in pleasure as her tongue once again finds it's way up his neck. She was tasting him, feeding off his smell, his sweat, reveling in it, as he found joy in hers. His eyes hold her as she moves against him again, giving in and taking from him, all at the same time. She was full of tricks, and full of life. She had the spark of thought behind her eyes as she watched him. He sensed that part of her wanted to give in, but that intense burning spirit of hers wouldn't let her, no, not yet. Not when she still thought she had her chance.

With each passing second his need and adoration for her deepens. He slowly feels himself slip beyond that simple point of interest. He watches as he slips deeper, falling farther, moving even beyond his will to possess her as one of his toys. He'd never met anyone quite like her, and she'd made her mark on his mind. What he didn't know was the similar mark he'd made on her. Even without knowing this, his blood races, heart pulses on, cementing his thoughts in his mind, and his heart. He needed this girl. If was the last thing he did, his mind wouldn't rest, not until he'd made her his.

She wanted it too, he knew. You wouldn't be able to change his mind now, he knows it, it stirs in his chest, stored next to his pounding heart. He needed her, he found something in her he hadn't in anyone else, and she needed him. He provided for her, as she provided for him. He stares, feeling a twinge of despair fill him as she moves away from him. She moves away, taunting him, teasing him. Filling him with a flurry of emotions, all at once. There it was! There it was again. That smile! That smile that had scarred it's way down to his heart. It brought him joy, happiness to see that winning smile, but only for a moment. It was rapidly replaced by anger.

That damned smile, always there in her triumphs. Always emblazoned on her damn face, every time she won. No. Correction. Every time she thought she won. She hadn't one, not yet. This was one game he wouldn't let her win. Something told him, made him know, buried in the pit of his stomach, it told him he couldn't afford to lose. He wanted her, he needed her, simply had to make her his. Couldn't go on without her, now that he knew she was out there. Didn't want to go back to how it was before her, all the boredom. He wouldn't let it, couldn't have it be that way!

He turns, facing her fully as he watches her. Her taunting words echoing in her head. She was toying, was playing a game with him. Fine then, miss Rin. Game on. He takes a step, the song on the sound system changing instantly. A high energy rock song plays, the first guitar riff sending a blasting power-chord out, jolting the dancers into new life. He couldn't have picked it better himself. Music was one of the pure joys in his life, he loved it. He fed off it this time, used it the way she used it in her seductive, adrenaline fueled dancing. It was his turn this time.

She was the beast last time, he the prey. The forest, her home, the city, his. They weren't in the forest this time, no, no. They were in his home. She could out run, could duck lower, probably jump higher, but that meant nothing, nothing! Not when you didn't have the space. This full to the brim club was her worst nightmare, and his best friend. In an instant he was upon her. He sprinted forward, forcing her to move in the one direction she had, backwards. He presses forward, watching her lean back as he moves closer. Her back collides with one of the dancers, suddenly the wall of people moving to the beat behind her are all there is, except for him in front of her.

A smirk runs across his face as with one hand he hooks her waist, the other pushing people aside. "Rin. Tell me then, why is it, you play it that way? " [/b] he says, the smile spreading across his face. "Tell me, tell me why it is, you feel that I'm your possession, when you feel that you yourself can't be owned. " [/b] He keeps her close, his body pressed up against hers, breathing her in, watching her as he speaks. He keeps pushing people out of his way with his free hand, the other stays firmly about her waist, holding her to him. He looks at her, his eyes searching hers. His mind screamed, beckoned him to continue, but that little nagging voice in the back of his head wanted to surface again. It was whispering to him that maybe she didn't want this, didn't feel as he did.

He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. He needed this, needed her. He knew that much at least. He looks at her again, as he speaks. "So tell me, give me a reason. Give me one /good/ reason that I could belong to you, and you couldn't belong to me. " [/b] He smirks at her. I" It just doesn't make sense, you see. If you can own me, it comes to reason that I could own you." [/b] Finally the space runs out as he shoves the last person aside. They've found one of the walls of the dance club. As the swarm of people reform from where they'd barged their way through he smiles down at her. They might as well have been invisible now, they were no longer in the center of this undulating crowd, they were one the edges, and therefore not worth most people's second looks.

He presses his body up, tightly to hers, feeling her move against him. A slow, low growl escapes his lips as he looks down at her, hands held to the wall on either side of her. He leans into her, moving as close as he can, feeding off her her smell, the sight of her, but mostly off of her touch. The feel of her body against his was immaculate. It was something he didn't want to go without now. It came down to him having to figure out a way to get what he wanted. What he wanted was her. To get her, he needed to make her his. He couldn't lose, couldn't quit, couldn't give in. He had to do what it took, had to find a way. He'd experienced his greatest high in life with her, he'd be damned if he'd let anyone take it away now.

He closes his arms around her, one hand slowly sliding up her side, the other wrapping around her, pulling her close to him as he looks down at her. He leans down, moving slowly. He presses up close, slowly breathing in the scent off her neck. He gently flicks his tongue across her neck, once again tasting her bittersweet sweat. Her taste fills his mouth, driving him onward, his eyes titled upward, ever watching her, ever captivated. He slowly moves his head back, leaning in close again, looking into her eyes. "Rin. My little Rin...you will be mine, you see. You must. " [/b] He leans into her slowly, lips moving within an inch of her. He whispers, knowing she would still hear him. "I have to have you..need you." [/b] He closes the gap between them, locking his lips on her as he kisses her, releasing all the pent up tension he'd built up in the moments between when she's wriggled free and when he'd put her to the wall.

Word Count: 1711! HAH!! old record shattered!

Tags: My Rin-luff

OOC: Boom! that exploded out of me lol. i lost track of time writing it. Btw to any mods, she have me god-mode abilities for this post >.> check with her. lol

[Natsumi Sayuri]

the music was alive, but it didn't really matter -- no, no the music was already playing, had always been playing, inside of her, the tune to which her heart had beat. It was this which had made her so special, so insane against the commonality of t he rest of the world. Fear was nothing to her, not now, not with the world at her fingertips -- not with the confidence of that fiery wolf slipping it's fangs around her throat; oh gods, no one understood, no one truly accepted the reality of the Wolf. No one looked at her, saw the Wolf, and thought that it was a good thing, always sad, always pitiful, this lack of control...but so false that pity. So terrible that merciful, tender look of sorrow that touches their eyes, touches even his eyes.

There is nothing wrong with the Wolf. There is nothing wrong with Rin -- they are one and the same, at once a living, thriving organism full of life and fire; without the wolf, Rin was nothing. Without Rin, what was the Wolf but a figment of all of their imagination. The beast was free, unchained and thriving, what did he know? This man of control? Strangling the very creature that separated him from normality. She would have laughed had been fully aware of it all; she would have slipped her hand up his shirt, entangled her fingers in his short cropped hair and pulled him down, would have hissed against his mouth the fatality of that pitiful thought. Pathetic, sad, her? Hah, what a laugh.

Her soul hungered, but she was free, where others were simply human; she was other, different from the world which had purged her free of their holds. Why wander, why try to claim a role in humanity when she was something else, something entirely better? It was the Wolf which sniffed around the man, which found something entirely too pleasant in the scent; the girl, the little frightened girl, too worried about the world's thoughts to turn her eyes away from the Wolf's fire, was too enamored of that flame, too trusting in that delightful wickedness to care what path it took her too. In the Wolf, there was freedom, in the Wolf, she was dancing away, that snickering little smile on her face, yes, yes, that terrible smile he hated, he loved, the very smile he wanted to reach out and rip into shreds. She was without regrets for this one beautiful moment; her eyes tilted to his, as she tried to dance away -- but he was fast, and the Wolf nearly drooled with pleasure; the girl widened her eyes, a shock slipping under the confident front she puts up against the world.

Dimitri's hands were hot on her skin, his presence hotter still; he was a flame to feed her own, to desire her own -- would he swallow her whole? He pushes and she follows, her heart racing, her eyes tilted up, sultry with that unpredictable need: the Wolf would give in, when he proved himself. It was always so, and Rin knew it, felt it in her bones, in her very soul which trembled and surged forward, pulled forward by the call in his hands. She did not dance, but stepped, stepped, inhaling his breath, his scent, reveling in the sheer masculinity of this wolf; finally, finally, it was what the Wolf needed, what Rin needed: to be seen, to be acknowledged by her own kind, by the opposite gender of her own kind that understood the urges, the desires. Enough of the little girls pretending to be wolves, enough of those weaklings; she was on a different level and she was seeking the partner in that level -- his wolf was weak, but the human was strong, pushing at her, enthralling her. Rin smiled, ever so slightly, a twisted little bit of satisfaction -- this was no game, but reality, a script to which they must adhere to, and she was more than willing to follow if it led to him, if she rub her anger against the harsh, abrasive edges of his own.

He was his own person, unwilling, unbending -- when he asked, she did not reply: it was in her eyes, that impossible want, that strange altercating need which shifted and moaned like a whore. She did not understand the desire to be touched,; this was a night of domination. Didn't he know it was the males in their world which dominated? It was the females which chose, first, always. Yes, always; she was choosing him, waiting for him to do what she expected: to take her, to make her his own -- he laughed at her, spoke laughable words. He is not owned by her? She smiles then, her back slamming against the wall, arching forward, breasts straining against her shirt, hair a tangled mess about her face.

Dancing, what was dancing when there was this need here? This insatiable fire which flung itself from his hands and into her own -- what would she do? He bent closer, the pheromones rolling around in her head as she arched, as her neck flexed and moved, the tendons taut where she was squirming against the bonds. She didn't own him? She laughed then, as he bent close, a soft, chuckle of confidence, of a knowledge t hat is deeper than human: it is the intellect of the Wolf as it lifts it's muzzle, as it gapes its fangs open and knows, yes, it knows why he is following. Rin. My little Rin...you will be mine, you see. You must.

[/i] A pause that lingers in between them for eternity as he leans in closer, hovering so close a breath could unite them, I have to have you..need you.[/b]

--------------------------------------------------- he does what no one has ever done to her. The Wolf jumps forward, it's fiery essence alarming and frightening as Rin feels herself melting, feels as if there is a sickness in her heart. She doesn't understand, doesn't like it -- strikes out the only way she knows how: her little hand curls up in his hair and jerks his head back, their lips separated by centimeters, breath commingled. In her eyes a fierce triumph, "You're not mine?" she hisses, slipping close again, speaking against his lips --- as long as she is in control she is not afraid. So long as this is controlled by her own hands, her own mouth, she is not shaken by his desire to possess her body. "Then why have you followed me? I possess your mind, I possess your heart, I possess your body -- " and it is the Wolf that speaks out of her mouth, fangs which are bared between the words, her eyes glittering and lethal. It is all about control, all about giving in only when he has proved himself. "You want this body? You want Rin?" and the Wolf snarls, lips turning up in a nasty smile, "Prove you can."
[/BLOCKQUOTE][/COLOR][/SIZE]

word count;; 1175
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; posting ;3

[/SIZE]

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx


He feels his soul set a light as their lips meet, feeling a surging new high that shattered any previous form of "good" he'd felt. His head snaps forward as she breaks their kiss. His eyes glaze over, looking all around rapidly before focusing again on her face. He was still so close, that it was all he could see. His face holds a puzzled expression, as he hadn't expected to be so rapidly stopped, but he knew somewhere in his mind that it would happen like that.

He looks at her, watching her every move as her body springs to new life. Her breaths come in sharp and ragged, rage spiraling out of her body, emanating first, before the other emotions it tried to mask. He winces ever so slightly as she digs at his hair, feeling the roots tighten and threaten to rip clean. He keeps his eyes locked on her as she wriggles and speaks, holding his head in place. He doesn't fight it, not right away. After all, his face was still only a breath away from hers. He could still inhale her scent, feel her breath blow across his face as she stared at him.

Perhaps he'd gone too far, but he didn't think so. He'd need to go far, and farther apparently to win this game they were locked in. He knew, in his own wolf way, what hers knew, had known and been acknowledging from the beginning. The part he'd been ignoring until now. That he would have to push, push harder than he'd ever had to before. He might have fought over her with another male, as he knew he would even now. What he'd been neglecting however, was what mattered now. The fact that she wasn't done. That it was her who would fight him longer and harder than anyone else.

Her words slice through his mind, sending what would could be translated as panic through him. Not hers? No...no he wasn't. He wasn't hers. He wouldn't give in, nor could he. Not if he planned on this ever going anywhere. Not if he wanted it to become more than just some twisted game between the two of them. He needed this, needed more from her. He needed her. Nothing, nothing could stand in his way. While he was the one who knew what it was he'd ultimately desire from this girl, and her wolf knew it as well, he didn't know truly where to go from here. Had there been another boy there, another sniffing around her, he'd simply maul him into oblivion. Prove to her that way he was worth it.

But oh no, no no. Not for Rin. It couldn't possibly be that simple. Her words snapped and bit at him. "Why, why, why!" she snapped at him. It filled him to the brim with anger. An anger he fought to contain from exploding out of him towards her. Even though she was the one filling him with this rage, taking it out on her as he usually would, would probably not prove as effective as it had on someone he cared nothing about. He clenches his teeth, hands balling into fists where they clutched at her body. A growl escapes his lips as her words dance around in his skull.

"Why!! Did you say fucking why!? " He wrenches his head free of her hand, pushing his face as close to hers as he could be without kissing her again. His anger brewed and boiled over, seeping out of him, attacking her, but he was keeping it to the point of not lashing out and hitting her. She might have wanted emotion from him, demanded from him, but he doubted hitting her would be what she needed, but who knew at this point. "Why the fuck do you think!! " He screams, pushing her back tightly to the wall, body pressed up tight to hers.

With every breath she takes he can feel her, feel her body melded against his. He feels the breath leave her mouth and spill across his face, feels her breasts rise and heave as new air fills her lungs. He feels her hands clutching at him as he does what he can to not be caught by them. Every little synapse in his mind firing, every nerve in his body feeding his outburst of emotions. "Don't play stupid, Don't act like you don't know! Why else would I follow you? You intrigue me. You haunt my thoughts. My mind is fixed on you. I get something from you. The same fucking thing you get from me!"

He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes as he continues to yell, spilling forth the fury in his heart. "Don't act like you don't! Don't act like your better than me! You're not! You think I don't know?! You think I don't see it!? Even now!. You possess my body, my mind, my heart, the very FUCKING same way I possess /yours/ Rin!" An insane laugh escapes his lips, breaking free from his throat before he can contain it. "You think I haven't seen it? I've seen you, watching me, your eyes, WILLING me to do as you want. You're feeding off of me! The same way I'm feeding from you. You might have a snare on my soul, but don't you for ONE. DAMN. SECOND. ..act like I don't have the same on yours! "

He seethes, his rage pouring out, mind half blanking as he lets it sweep over him. He didn't know what it would take. Didn't know what he'd need in the end to prove to her that he meant the things he was saying. Was serious as death about the way he was acting. He needed to prove it, but what in the hell did she want from him. What more could he do! His hazing mind slips as his rage takes over. He grabs her wrists in his hands and pulls her from the wall. He turns her so her back is no longer to the wall.

Using his foot, he hooks it behind her ankle, causing her to topple over. He guides her down to the ground, quickly kneeling over her. He takes her wrists, quickly pushing them together. Using his size to his advantage he pins her wrists down to the floor using only one of his own hands. The other hand slams down on the ground next to her face. "Believe me Rin. Believe me when I say, I WILL own you!" He leans down close, bringing his face down next to hers. His hand slides up, moving along her body until it touches her cheek.

He slowly slides the hand down, resting on her neck. He slowly clenches his fingers around her throat, hand wrapped around her neck, pinning her to the floor, but not quite hard enough to choke her. He leans in close, leaving only that hair between their lips. "Believe...my....words. I'm not going to stop...I'm not going to rest...I will make you mine. There is no other option. " He says, eyes locked on hers, his anger still very present, but smoldering off now, in comparison to what it was a minute ago. He breaths in once or twice quickly, watching what this girl would do now.

Word Count: 1232

Tags: The wily miss Rin

OOC: Well, he kinda..snapped a little. Let's hope this is a step towards what she wanted

[Natsumi Sayuri]

It wasn't so easy for her -- these emotions which isolated her, hated her, needed her; she could stare at him for hours, losing herself in his unpredictable actions --- but she knew, this conniving little girl, she knew that he wasn't as unpredictable as she wanted him to be. She led, he followed; the Wolf knew the play, knew the scents to give off, the want to be spread over her skin -- it was pheromones, pure and simple. She didn't trust him... didn't trust him at all; but she found her hands reaching out toward him, her eyes seeking his. What was this emotion? She didn't understand, didn't want to understand it; felt instead, as if she should chuck it all away and run headlong into the night, into the rain, into the storm which had been raging above their heads for days now. Wind, rain and thunder -- they were what she felt, this riotous emotion that could not be stoppered.

Was this too soon? Too fast? Could she let go of Murazar so fast? Could she take her fangs out from where she had clung, leave him to bleed and die in the arms of that stupid bitch, Etta? She had run from Etta, right into Luke... right into mayhem, and horror, and tragedy. It was to Luke she felt comfortable, but to Dimitri which surged through her head when she saw him, when she smelled him. Could she explain this without the Wolf? Could she reach out to him, in honesty, in trust?

The Wolf snarled, it's face contorting in rage -- it would not have such weakness coveted in the girl. Luke was no mate the Wolf wanted; it wanted Dimitri, it wanted the white with the blue eyes, with the vicious anger that tasted like poison on it's tongue. It wanted his sweat, his body, his mind -- it wanted to be wanted, to be loved, adored for it's natural power. Could he give it? Yes, yes, he could -- with each breath he took, with each inch he slid closer as he hooked her feet and made her stumble. He was angry, so angry, and the anger rivaled Rin's. Dimitri was angry because she was leading him on, stringing him along with her very scent, with t he way she touched him, amused him -- he wanted to own her, claim her; the Wolf was more than willing, pushing and shoving, testing out his strength, knowing his weaknesses.

Yet there was Rin here, too. Sixteen years old, haunted by a father who tried to drown her, by a brother she had loved but murdered, by a sister who had never meant anything to her but still died by her fangs. Disturbed by the enamored flame that swept over her eyes at the sight of Murazar and his Death; by the fox disguised in human skin; his confidence still thrilled her, his coldness still attracted her. It didn't matter that he changed, that he softened and became weak, that he had left Rin alone and gave it all up for one girl. There was still the realism of the mask that Rin had fallen for, had wanted to follow; a scent that had led her to Luke; a scent that had led her to Dimitri. He was powerful, strong; his very essence pulled at her soul, tugging her forward: he would have her whether she wanted it or not, and the Wolf was wilting, the girl, too frightened of this closeness to do anything but sink down into submission.

It snarled, but Rin was clinging to him -- his hand bruised her neck, ground out the wounds in her back against the floor, bared her vulnerability to the world... but she was clinging to him; not broken, never that, no, no, but fragile. Did he know this part of her? This gentle part of her? Could he see past the Wolf, see past the duality of her nature and love both sides of her? She was no coin to be flipped at a whim; her fingers entwined in his shirt, but it was not with anger, not with power. Rin held on. By letting go, she would be lost.

He brainwashed her with his presence, turned her with his manner; there was nothing but him. Her eyes were wide and black as night, reflecting these emotions, turmoil surging forward as she stretched out beneath him. She had no words, but t his touch, this link she had with him. Let go, and all was lost. Let go, and they could never speak again -- she clung to him, her lips stilled and quiet, the Wolf silent where it stared out at the boy, and into the eyes of the white.

[/SIZE]

word count;; 798
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; aww.

[/SIZE]

[Dimitri Zhukov]

xx

His anger ebbed and flowed from him in waves. He had let go, let the wall of anger burst forth from him, and it had felt scary good. It had taken him from pressing her to the wall, to the next thing he knew, laying over her on the ground. He pants quietly, his breathing doing what it could to return to normal. He looks at her, eyes half-glazed over still from the yelling. He pants again, looking down into her eyes.

He can feel her shaking somewhat beneath him. He looks down, seeing as her breathing slows, the duality shown in her eyes proves that her mind is once again split. The girl must have been scared. She couldn't know what was going on, she seemed to off, too innocent. She must have been aware of the situation at least, of what was going on in a sense. He doubted though, that she knew everything that was going on inside his mind.

The wolf though, the wolf had to have known. The wolf was the one on the surface here. The wolf was the one doing the dance, leading him into her trap. The wolf was the one coaching the signals to drop, the way to move, how to sucker him into doing what she'd wanted. It had worked, somewhat at least. She'd gotten into his head, and wormed her way in deep. There was truth to her words, she had captivated him. He wouldn't submit to being owned, that wasn't his style, not in his nature. He would, however, admit to himself that he was stricken with this girl.

It went beyond simply being intrigued. It transcended wanting to simply possess her. He wanted her, plain and simple. Wanted to own her, body, mind, and soul. He wanted no one else to have her, to cling to her like a treasure long sought, and to never let go. He was fixated, like a child on a shiny new toy. Unlike that child though, he had more sentience. He knew that this was something he truly wanted, not just some passing impulse. He'd been able to get this girl out of his head since last they met. If he hadn't cared, he would have been able to just shrug her off and move on, but he couldn't. That's what made her different. He couldn't move on from her, didn't want to.

He feels her hands clutching against his shirt, fingers pressed to his chest. He looks down for a minute, seeing her hands on him. He looks back up, noting the look of sadness, and turmoil she was projecting washed over him. He scowls a bit, feeling slightly bad for the way he'd reacted. It had worked though, well...he thought so. It seemed to have at least gotten him somewhere...and he could be happy with that much. He lowers himself down a bit, picking her up a little, hugging her to him. He presses his chest to hers, holding himself against her. "It'll be alright now, Rin. It'll be ok. "

He looks down at her, a smile slowly spreads across his face as he looks down at her. He gently strokes her hair once, leaning down slowly. He gives her another kiss, shorter this time, but still lingering for a moment as he pulls back to look at her. "Ok? I'm sure it'll be--" He's cut off as he's bumped from behind. He turns around and sees the man who bumped him take off running. He growls slightly, going to look back down at her. The scream of a woman pulls his sight back up to the crowd.

He grumbles loudly as he's bumped again. He watches the people around them begin to clamber around and spaz out. He watches as they all scurry around, bumping into and running over each other. " what the fuck...?" he wonders aloud. He's bumped again and this time he swings out, catching the man's leg. He watches the man topple over, mid step. He smiles smugly as the man falls onto his face harshly.

He quickly slinks down, avoiding the feet of a quick moving woman. He stands up, pulling her up onto her feet. He holds onto her tightly, looking around amidst the panic and chaos. He watches the people clamber about and scramble over each other, all seeming to be heading for the front of the club. He holds onto to Rin tight, even as they're both jostled about. " what the fuck is going on!?" he yells as he holds onto her tight.

Word Count: 766

Tags:Rin me luff

OOC: Time for the storm then, and the separation. He'll be so upset, lol.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

It'll be alright now, Rin. It'll be ok.

[/b] Okay, okay. These are the words which burst from his mouth; okay, okay. Everything will be all right, all okay because of what? What made him so sure? What made him see her in this state and want to reach out, to hug her, to own her, to say that yes, yes, it will be alright -- what will be alright? Confusion makes her heart pound, fear makes the anger coil tight in her gut; the Wolf is pacing again, no longer still, no longer watching -- it had waited long enough, had drawn on this game long enough .He wanted to own her? Has he proved anything but that he had anger? Anything of strength? She was waiting for him to make the move, waiting for him to fill the void with the deathly assurance she had felt for Murazar, for the calm collective breath that had drawn her to Luke's side. Yes, yes, this boy made her heart race where the others did not; yes, yes, this boy made her squirm, made her sweat and stutter, made the girl inside of Rin detach from the Wolf because she was so afraid of where the Wolf was leading.

But was fear enough? Was awe enough? They were being glued together; their hearts and their minds inseparable and terrible, clinging to each other because there was no one else to cling to; she could no touch Luke, did not want to step over the boundaries of the pack she had managed to begin; she could no longer look at Murazar without pain, without anything but a deep-abiding hurt that would not go away. It was still here, still festering, even now, when there was death at every corner, when there was him, yes, yes, this terrible, monstrous him, breathing down on her, sinking into her skin, inhaling her as if she were some drug that only he could have. What was she going to do? At once frightened and drawn toward his wayward personality, she finds that his words are nothing but aggravating, nothing but a foreshadow of the future.

Everything will be ok? He is the one who has done this to her ...and now that he has tried to break what could not be broken it was alright for him? Was he satisfied? He speaks other words to her, but they are numbing and silent in her ears: little bits of hail touching on her skin and disappearing. She did not hear it, did not want to; Rin was closing up, refusing to allow this man to touch her mind as well as her body. It was either one or the other. She would not allow both, not now, not with him breathing like a beast on top of her. With his sweat dripping down on her... with his heart trying to force hers into compliance.

As if the world is converging on them, the crowds begin to move as if they are one being, one impossible shift that is thrashing around in terror. Words are screamed, the music is cut off -- is that rain she hears? She strains, but her breath is cut off, her body still locked beneath his; she is squirming, rapidly, panicking... there is nothing that will stop her from this. He stands, grabbing her, but the world is tilted in chaos and he cannot possible know how wonderful that is for his pet, his toy, his little plaything. He is a creature of the city, she of the forest... but there is chaos in her heart, chaos in her very motion as violence becomes a way of walking, where the physicality of anger is but a taste on the tongue. She knows this world, knows how to move in this world -- and she twists out of his grip as agile as an eel, slipping through the world, vomited out once again at the door. What were they saying? EVACUATION! STUDENTS, GO TO YOUR DORMS IMMEDIATELY.

Rin startles as the world slows down to nothingness; as she looks over her shoulder one more time, one more impossible time. She sees him there, her eyes piercing through legs and arms and screams -- she can see a glimpse of him, of his eyes as they shift through the crowd -- she smiles, that brilliant, taunting smile, and disappears from his world.

She becomes the rain which is pouring down on them, becomes the panic that stitches her throat closed as roads and the sidewalks run ankle deep with water. Rin does not wait; without thought, without doubt, she strips of her clothes as she walks, refusing to give in to the strange looks thrown her way. Stare at her, if you dare --- as clothes slip off and are washed away by the current, as shoes are discarded...as skin splits and body breaks. Stare as she walks forward, her body crumpling into another beastly shape and her howl rises higher, louder than the thunder that cracks over them; as she disappears into night, her black coat impossible to pick out amongst the shadows. Yes, yes, stare at her, if you can, if you can find her as she melts and disappears, leaving nothing but the clothes of this night's sin, this night's nightmare. She howls, and runs, her heart hammering in her throat as the Wolf gets free reign and unleashes itself over Rin, over the little girl once named Sayuri.[/BLOCKQUOTE][/COLOR][/SIZE]

word count;; 916
tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; END

[/SIZE]