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[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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Breath slipped past her lips, sucked in between a clenched jaw as she leaned against the wall, self-hatred spiraling out of control and slipping between the cracks in her ribs. Pain throbbed, hard and agonizing -- each breath, each motion, but she couldn't let it defeat it. Wouldn't let it. Not now, not like this, when the other wolf's scent was still in her nostrils, when those frightened eyes still replayed delightfully before her eyes. Rin had done it again, but this time it had been worse, so much worse, and instead of blacking out, instead of death, she had fallen into a darker part of herself: the sadist. It stared back at her with gleaming black eyes, a memory of blood and sweat, of breath fogging the air as violence cracked and sizzled as sharp as lightning. She had been maddened then, and it still rang in her ears, throbbed through the chambers in her heart.

The excitement had become part of her blood, part of her very essence -- and she couldn't get rid of it. Instead, it lingered, reminding her, delighting her, tantalizing her. Who was that grey beast? Who had dared to stand up to her? Laughter panted out through the Wolf's muzzle, an insane satiation at the act, primal and infuriating. She had come onto their land, and the Wolf had only done what was natural when faced with an invader. Without thoughts, without any provocation but for the blurring memory of a warning growl, she had lunged for the small grey.

Both females, both in their prime, but she had been nothing in comparison to the brutal fury of the black sin. And Rin? She had ridden with the Wolf, had nestled up close behind her eyes, squeezing herself around the heart, feeling her hands and feet stretch out --- the woman, the human, inside of the instincts of the beast... and it had been grand. She still tasted the blood in her dreams, waking up in a sweat, wondering, wondering, her gaze casting toward the forest to wonder if the grey wolf was still there, still skulking around

Rin had been too embarrassed to look at her classmates for signs of injury; in any case she had been hurt as well. Her ribs ached, battered and bruised -- each inhalation of breath sent a spark of pain, a brilliant flash of light resounding before her eyes. Sharp and quick, so much like lightning, and yet more terrible for it. Each motion that dragged at the giant gash in her side pulled at the haphazard strapping she had wrapped around herself: she could not go to the infirmary. What would she say when they asked her what had happened? When they saw the blood which oozed out from puckered, swollen skin? When they saw it was a claw which had done it, and fangs which had punctured her skin?

Worse, much worse -- what would they say when her counterpart did not show up? Would they think she had killed her? Not far from the truth, Rin thinks, shuffling awkwardly forward, favoring her left leg as she sucked in another breath. What others must have thought of her, she didn't dare guess. After trying to disguise her condition with a large floppy shirt cinched off at the bottom, and jeans, Rin hid in the folds of her clothes, keeping her head down as her hair tumbled forward, obscuring her features. Exhaustion pulled at her; the Wolf just wanted to fall into a deep unconsciousness, folding away into dreams -- but the dreams had fangs, and the dreams had eyes that feared her as she claimed them, her teeth constantly going for the throat, constantly pushing the other back, back, even as desperation made the other fight.

Running her fingers through her hair, Rin slipped into the CVS, shuffling over toward the medical section, looking through anti-bacterial cream and ruffling through medical tape; if she didn't keep the wound constantly bound, it started to leak -- and her roommates would find out. Already she had replaced her sheets half a dozen times to find that her night time thrashing would reopen it. Lips curling in a sneer, Rin's fingers dexterously flicked through what was before her, mind slowly trying to keep up as she read label after label after label until it all started to blur into nonsense.

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tags;; Fox!
OOC;; hahaha, I've been itching to rp her injured lol

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[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar was on the search, he had shifted earlier to a fox to track her down. He had smelt her blood on the wind, it was sharp and tangy. Thin too, he recognized her smell. If there was anything he could smell best it was blood, he was hyper adjusted to it.

Now he was human in a completely normal cargo pants and t-shirt attire. He looked pissed off, a blood of a student both in his classes and one who was a reason for living injured badly? That angered him, he had no idea what to do except get her fixed up properly and beat down whoever or whatever did it to her.

He followed her scent that reeked that mall, despite the other scents of peoples her overrode all others. His blood boiled for something to retaliate agaisnt! He looked around before finding her, he walked up behind her before walking right next to her. Silent as a predator, but his icy smell was inflicted with rage. A silent cold rage. The feeling of death was only increased further now.

He spoke very rigidly, quite calmly despite the situation, and extremely frigidly. " Now, I want to know what happened. How many places your hurt, and why it happened. Don't lie." The last sentence wasn't a comment or a question, it was a command. The entire spoken phrase was a command.

He was far more lethal to behold than when they had first met. He was just a step short of his only worse personality being completely in sight of anyone to see. If he was revealed for what he was he'd be something everyone would avoid no matter what would happen.

He looked at the stuff she was holding before checking around to make sure the store was generally empty and the noise from the mall drowned out if their conversation was quiet or normal in terms of noise level. He efficiently picked out several proper healing gel's, proper bandages in the right amount for a month, and some spray stuff to hide her injured scent.

He turned holding them in a bag while waiting for her to tell him the entire story. The look on his face was bland, blank, but underneath the blank look you could notice he was seething with rage and yet concern. He was concerned for her, but also angry at her. Until she proved otherwise.

[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 should've known, should've guessed what was coming like a storm, wrathful and terrible; the air should have warned her, crackling about her arms at his approach; her heart should have stopped from the freeze in his glare, from the temper that was leashed so tight, it was on the edge of bursting free. True danger, not one born of an invading wolf; he was dangerous, knowledgeable, and feral in a way that she was not: where she was passion unconstrained, leaking out of the bounds of her control, his was mercilessness, his was an anger that was taken as a tool. Cold and sharp, he wielded his emotions as fatally as a weapon, cutting through other's barriers with a cold dispassion. He was deepest waters, and she, poor, fiery she was nothing but a flame flickering in the blackness of his world. Any surprise that the darkness was drawn to this pitiful light? That it felt the need to consume, attracted by the sheer brilliance it cast into the overcrowding shadow of it's environment?

Darkness had never frightened her, for she had her own darkness in her soul, her own demons which riled up her memories and forced her to see things, remember things that should be forgotten. As she slipped between the blurring, sliding realities of consciousness, Rin felt as if something momentous was approaching; the Wolf raised it's hackles, lifting it's nose to the wind. Nothing came to her call, for the girl was tired, exhausted, her body aching and dizzy. She was in a stupor of idiocy with no way to claw herself out.

Clutching a box of bandages in one hand, Rin steadied herself against the shelf, feeling as if her body were squeezing out the evils inside -- but that she too, was falling apart with each moment that passed. Yes he was coming, the darkness, the tide, come to pound away at the shore, to destroy the very cities that lay at it's sandy edge. He came with anger, with thoughts of vengeance on his mind -- his truest self though Rin would never know. She only knew the frigidity of his entrance, the silence of his approach.

She only knew the burning ice of his scent sliding through the fog of her pain and sharpening her dulling wits; she stiffened when he reached over, when he spoke, when he moved. No longer a dream, but real, omnipotence radiating from every stern curve of face and shoulder. She turned her head, eyes unfocused as she looked at him, recognized him not by his face -- for it blurred out of focus -- but by the purity of his scent crawling over her skin. Her tongue shriveled up in her mouth, the Wolf subsided, hackles softened and still as she curled back up in the darkness, content, if only for the moment, that this man meant her no harm. He didn't, for now, for now -- but the train of his thoughts were dark ones, steeped in blood and death, and it smelled of iron and metal. Rin's nostrils flared as the scent, her eyes shifting away even as his voice penetrated her growing nausea, broke through the slight wall she had raised.

So firm, so commanding, he declares Now, I want to know what happened. How many places your hurt, and why it happened. Don't lie.

[/i] -- what he does not know is her loyalty to him had been forged the day he had lifted her hand and marked her scent. The day he had claimed her, separated her, would teach her; she was very much Wolf in these aspects, and such trust and respect which had started to grow so slowly, so carefully were not to be destroyed so easy. Her head tilts back, no thoughts in her head of lies, just fuzzy embarrassment, which has become her favored emotion when in his presence. Would she ever feel normal around him? Ever?

He moves like a creature she had never seen before: calm and collected, all precision with no extra flaunts of strength or motion. He moves as if he is holding back energy, as if there were a giant beast under his skin he is walking carefully around; Rin watches as he collects what should be bought, as he places it in the bag. She has to say something, there is no escaping it: one look into his eyes and she knows. He was tightly controlled, but what would happen when the binds are released? When he willingly relinquishes his emotions? Slightly unnerved by the path of her thoughts, Rin takes a few steps back, one hand tangling in her hair as she murmured, eyes finally leaving his face, unable to meet them -- no, no, frightened to see disappointment and anger in them, "It was my fault. I was running and we came across another wolf. W...we didn't react well."

Terrible, terrible words, but could she ever bring up the courage to tell him how much she enjoyed it? How fitting it was to be overcome, to be brought along -- to see so closely behind the Wolf and to fight, to gnaw, to crack open bone? The Wolf would brag; she would hold her head up and tilt her head, looking at this teacher with confidence and tell him so sweetly, I won. She would be proud of it -- but Rin couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she felt a sharp kick in the ribs when she moved a few feet, following him, keeping her eyes carefully away. "The other one, I don't know who it is...but she's badly hurt too. Really bad." As much truth as she dared -- but she was suddenly overcome with the conviction that within moments all that rage and vengeance would funnel into a dense tunnel and direct itself merely at herself.

It was her own fault, wasn't it? She didn't know, and didn't particularly care for finding out if it was true. "Is that all I need?" she asks, her voice shaky as breath catches in her throat, as she tries to peer into the bag. One hand reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear.
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word count;; 1039
tags;; Teach ;3
OOC;; He's going to strangle her ,__, (didn't proof read either = lazy )

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[Murazar Dauthi]

He paused to listen to her, she wasn't afraid of him. Good, i'm not going to hurt her more than she already is. Not physically, nor mentally. I am going to get to the bottom of this matter. Every wolf in that forest dies if they don't answer my question.

His thoughts were grim, as they should be and they had such a finality such a declaration as if he had just sentenced someone to die by his hand and did not regret it one bit.

His voice was still reigned in by the glacier of frozen death, frozen anger. His hands gently shook, he already had adreneline pumping through his body and he wanted to use it. He wanted to fight! No, that was for later and he never fought. He killed. He figured it was more than likely not a student, but just a regular wolf in the forest. He had kept track every day of what scents went in the forest.

" Point to each injury you have and tell me how bad its hurt. Or else I won't be able to get the proper supplies." Sharp and to the proverbial point. Efficient and clean, of course he was going to apply the bandages and medicine himself. He knew what he was doing it wasn't as if he hadn't done this before countless times. Although it was under more adverse conditions.

He asked aside from the other command, he was leader alpha of everything. It was natural to him, and he was experienced with it. In this situation however it wasn't another soldier he was dealing with, it was a young girl a protege of his. Which mean't a helluva alot more than just a teammate.

" What does the wolf say on this matter? Mainly because you had to either have run away or taken the other down." How could he tell her that she made a mistake letting the other wolf live? How could he say that the wolf in her was tame compared to the real wolves. Or even himself who was worse than anything on the island, nothing was more frightening and terrible than himself here. He didn't mind being judge, jury, and executioner so long as he felt he had cause.

His rage roared for blood on his hands, everything about him screamed for a kill. Not a fight, but to kill. He was a real animal out of any of the shifters, he was trained and experienced to be one. Who else could fit the persona of death better than now?

Music: Worth Fighting For by Judas Priest
{OOC: He won't hurt her, he's just not happy at all. That and whoever hurt her isn't going to live very long.}

[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 really was nothing likable about Rin; if she ever truly, truly thought about her behavior, if she ever took her eyes off of the brilliance of the Wolf, off of anything but living and searching perhaps she would have been shaken to her core. Unlikeable, feral; she is so far from human it is almost pitiful to see the fear spark in her eyes, the quick darting of her thoughts flitting across her face. She does not think: she merely reacts, and usually never in a positive light. When cornered, she lashes out. When she perceives she has the upper hand, she grows lazy with that power, taunting and cruel. No, there is nothing good inside of her, but that little image of her brother, precious and perfect, loving the middlest daughter, the plain, unnoticed daughter. What Rin hid inside of her shell was the little girl Sayuri buried under the rock and fire of her transformation. She did not know how far she had come, how far from her old self she has traveled -- for Rin was terrified of looking back at herself; she had eyes only for the impossible. So far the impossible was enough to satisfy her.

Until moments like these when she had fallen into the holes of her control -- no, let's not lie here, not now, to herself. Until moments like these when she threw down her control and fell against the warmth of the Wolf; remembering that night brought with it savage glee -- the Wolf picked up it's head from it's slumber, rumbling contentedly at the emotions which danced around her. Rin had been brutal, been angry, forceful, she had, instead of fighting the Wolf, had reached out to her, let the darkness of this night call to her soul.

It had been a night of strength. A night of wonder -- a night potent with delightful excursions. The dream had finally become the reality, and they had stretched out their body, ran until their heart was going to burst, until they had carved a place for themselves.

Rin wanted to tell him, wanted to look up into his eyes and tell him about these confusing emotions, wanted to let him help her understand -- to give in to this, too. But Murazar Dauthi, she had come to learn, was anything but impractical. He went step by step, logical and cold, efficient and precise. To suddenly start gushing out her thoughts here, now, would only mean the opposite of what she sought: she imagined his condescension, his disbelief carefully hidden behind the icy polite mask which had become familiar to her. No, now was not the time; with the ease of a wolf giving way to higher authority, she pulled her hair back with her fingers, tilting her head to show a bruise that blossomed on her neck where the grey's fangs had brushed her before, almost, almost getting there. "Fangs, stings more than anything else. My neck is a little stiff." dropping her hair, she held out her hands where new cuts traced over old scars and shrugged a little indifferently, "From running mostly. It happens a lot." Reckless, foolish girl. Her voice, though steady, trying to mimic his practicality, was giving way beneath the tremor of excitement that often accompanied the memory of such nights. Flash of fangs, grey fur submitting to black, to the omnipotence, to the power coiling in her legs. She had dominated, had forced the other to fear her, oh gods -- pleasure knotted in her stomach. Touching her left shoulder, she pulled the shirt away slightly, exposing another scrape light and trivial, already scabbing over. "Tree bark. Nothing bad." -- but she was delaying, not wanting to tell him about the fire that snuck in between her ribs and pained her; she didn't want to admit she had let that beast do this to her; obedience battled defiance and quickly stifled it as she gestured, painfully and shakily, "There's a gash on my left side, starting here," she pointed with her right hand, right under the arm pit, "To here." travels down, wincing to the end where flank meets hip. Already the constant motion forced the wound to seep blood on the haphazard bandage she had applied; it darkened the pale shirt in certain spots, but she ignored it. "Nothing else."

She hadn't blacked out -- she tried to remember that, to take comfort from it, and hold onto that spark of joy that she wanted to share. Later, later, and she peered at the boxes in neat rows on the shelves, her eyebrows coming close together as she thoughtfully said in answer, "We won; the bitch submitted. " tucking her hair behind her ear, she picked up a box of pain killers, saying as her eyes quickly darted across the words, "We were the ones that started the hunt anyway. It's not like we were attacked."

Chewing her lip indecisively, she holds the box up, looking at him, "Would this work for me?"

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word count;; 842
tags;; Mura
OOC;; Sorry that took so long .__. my parentals needed my expertise on cutting cake.

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[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar nodded rage seething under his skin, making his blood and scent still hot. He calculated what they'd need and moved gracefully despite the bluntness of who he was. He gathered a few more things into the basket and a entire roll of medical bandages and medical tape.

He shook his head lightly, " Your side wound is easily the worst. That I could smell from the school, even though my nose only registers blood and corpses scents now easily." That statement spoke more about his past than he had ever let anyone know before. Blood and dead people, what a combination that your nose was so blocked it could only smell either easily.

He growled lightly, his anger was slipping through his control slightly and even though it was only somewhat animalistic it seemed in a way cute considering foxes. It didn't seem angry at all unless you could tell the tones of animals well. She or rather the fox in her would tell it was more or less like a lone fox telling a entire pack of wolves to back off, and succeeding.

He picked the box out of her hands and set it in a random shelf and he spoke calmly...So calmly that it seemed unnatural, he held out his hand. " Give me your cell phone, Now." Again a command although a odd one, if anyone could follow his way of thinking they'd have figured out what he wanted with her cell phone. She however wouldn't know quite yet.

He also spoke again while his hand was out, his thoughts swirling. His eyes seeing through a red haze, and mist of bloodlust shined like glitter in his eyes. He wanted death to the one who had hurt her, he wanted to finish the job she couldn't have done. A wolf was supposed to kill its enemy, or at least that was what the fox in him. The human in him told him to do, it was logical. Wipe out the opposition before they could heal and fight you again.

" Now congratulation on winning, however I am going to tend to your wounds. You might need to wear a scarf for awhile or something so people dont comment on why your necks got a bandage on it. Also to let you know I am a trained and experienced medical professional. So try not to get embarressed." His rage was quieter and he worked his personality around where they were.

Regardless, his emotions and control never for a second vanished in any degree beyond what he let it. He subtle guided her to the cash register before paying for the materials and walking out into the food court. Might as well grab some lunch or early dinner. Not like there was any good resturants around this miniscule place anyway.

[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 was such a strange girl, shifting from one extreme to the next, and yet remaining wholly herself in the process. One minute cold and brittle, the next wide-eyed and fearful; it was more than just the Wolf that was out of control. It was her own emotions, her ability to keep them under a mask. She was blunt, honest, too honest, unable to keep that sincerity from bursting free. Cruel, yes. Mischievous, yes. Kind, perhaps; but one thing remained the same: whatever emotion that surged upward to brighten her face was heartfelt and real. She felt it deep inside of her, a warmth or a coldness that began in her very stomach, no, no, reached out from the ethereal folds of her soul: her eyes gleamed with them, a spark of defiance as easily read as the obedience which had followed afterward. The hatred which consumes as quickly as the jealousy, as the affection. Rin was multi-faceted, but whoever said that the masks were not real? Whoever said that each snarl and smile that crept along her face was not, in any part, spectacularly and wholly Rin?

The girl Sayuri died three years ago when the Wolf was born, and Rin had taken her place. Now, Rin searched for her, protecting her, wanting to be like her, without realizing that in many ways Sayuri could no longer exist in Rin's body. Rin's passions ran as rampant as the Wolf, as vicious and whimsical as a beast used to it's own path carved by it's own fangs. Independence had been given the girl three years ago, and it was only now that she was fully beginning to understand it. It was only now, yes, with him here, offering her a quiet place to be that feral, bestial creature, that she could slowly, slowly, open her eyes to the mirror before her. He was strength, he was steadiness.

It did not matter that anger surged beneath his skin, that he held back his emotions on a tight leash -- his past, his failures, all of it faded when she looked at him, when she saw in him something to rely on. Finally, someone to trust; and it came in many forms.

Perhaps fear had spiked through her body when he had first come -- but it was quickly identified as her own embarrassment. Why hadn't she gone to him? Because she felt he would have been disappointed and much like a dog trying to please it's master, she could not bear the idea of failing so early in the game. His anger burned her nose, mingling in with the scent of her own blood as if one fueled the other - until she was almost dizzy with it's obnoxious, invading touch. Had she done something so wrong? ---- And she still wanted to tell him -- tell him the happiness she had felt before the fight, during the fight; would he care? Would he want to know? Did it matter? Stoic in the face of criticism, powerful where she, flickering, vibrant, she was but the ember that must be coaxed to a full on flame.

The air seemed to crackle with tension as if the world were holding it's breath, and oblivious Rin merely looked at him inquiringly, eyebrows rising as he plucks the painkillers from her hand and discards it on the shelf. Give me your cell phone, Now.

[/b] Puzzled, eyebrow inching closer together, Rin reached into her back pocket, unconsciously wincing as the air in her lungs pinched, and dug out the never used cell. It gleamed, black and silver, unused, untouched but for when she stuffed it in her pockets. Empty of contacts, phone numbers, and images, it was a sad piece of technology wasted on her, but Rin didn't mind. Who would she call anyway? Her home? Hah. They wouldn't answer her. She knew; Rin had tried already.

So she thought as the phone landed in his hand, as he moved thoughtfully, that strange enigmatic expression unsettling the deep mysterious waters she was used to. Briefly, she wondered what was going on, before dismissing it as useless. It's not like he would tell her, anyway --- and there it was, that baseless trust she had placed in him, changing her suspicions into a softer amusement as he spoke, Now congratulation on winning, however I am going to tend to your wounds. You might need to wear a scarf for awhile or something so people don't comment on why your necks got a bandage on it. Also to let you know I am a trained and experienced medical professional. So try not to get embarrassed.

Rin smiled then, humorously and carefree, "Yes, boss." almost laughingly but she tread that border very gingerly, unable to keep it at bay, but unwilling to cross barriers where she was not wanted. So far, he was the only certain thing in her life -- to jeopardize that? She would rather lose her mind than give in to that loneliness again.

Both girl and Wolf moved after him as he walked away, paying for the purchases though she had come with money; frowning, she opened her mouth to say something before deciding it was best to keep quiet. What was the point in arguing something that had already happened? Would he accept her money? She wasn't sure; holding onto it in her hand, she stepped rapidly after him before realizing the error of her ways. Eyes squeezing shut tightly, her breath sucked in through her mouth. "W-wait, don't walk so fast." a whimper, quickly bitten off as her teeth sunk into her tongue. No, not that. Never that.

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word count;; 973
tags;; Mura
OOC;; swish! She's all hero-worship, dog-mode xD

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[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar paused he almost laughed when he was called boss, it was humorous even to him. He chuckled lightly, humor seeped out right along with his anger and tight leash of control. He plastered a small polite smile on his face, with just a touch of kindness and humor. He replied with some slight amusement now that people could hear them, some anyway. " I'm putting your number in mine, and mine in yours. Call me if you feel like running, i'll know either way."

He handed her phone back to her, his was far fancier and only had her number programed in. All other numbers of anyone important to know were integrated in his head. He had a good memory when he needed to. He pocketed his fancy, yet durable phone away and motioned to the rest of the food court. " Pick something to eat, i'll pay for it."

The gentleman in him was far to old school as people said, he felt like he was from the sixties or that he should be in the sixties. He fit right in with the current technology, the only difference was he was taught from a early age to be a gentleman, a proper one no matter how old he'd get.

He chuckled lightly before taking her hand up suddenly, yet holding it only gently. " I have to take care of my family you know." He guessed that would be the best way to put it. Calling her family would give her something to grab onto, 'specially since he probably is her father/mentor figure.

He let go of her hand momentarily to point at the pretzel cart, something he always had liked. " Since thats the shortest line, yet one of my favorite foods I think i'll get it. Pick your favorite food type and i'll show up shortly, unless of course you want to know how delicious pretzels are." He raised his eyebrow as if to emphasize how he was itching to move towards that cart and claim the food as if like a prize.

He may have liked meat, but hot bread with salt on it. Oooh, that was better than meat. Although it was quite unhealthy about the stuff they put on it. Then again he wasn't one to live long in life was he? He'd probably die before forty by rejoining the military as black ops, but only request the most dangerous assignments. Which were from time to time, heck they might let him teach here or stay with favorite protege's to teach them life before dying. Bah, he still was contemplating pulling that trigger one last time.

[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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Oh terrible, wretched man with your hands dipped in to the wrists with paint, with clay. Your little figurine was set before you, rotating, rotating, her eyes spinning 'round and 'round until they met your again, and again -- always the same, spinning to stop, to stare, to adore the very things she should have been wary of. Your long silences, your brisk manner merely fueled the oncoming tide of trust and loyalty. Painter, Sculptor, God in Fox's skin, we know why you choose the words you do, though she does not; though she only takes comfort in the humor in your smile when she calls you. We know the implication of truth when she, in her ignorance, reaches out for you, hurrying to your side by choice, of course, of course. You've strapped her there, in your selfishness, but it's alright, for it is a mutual need, and will run it's course.

Whether she'll be run into the ground remains to be seen, for the words are in the way, and the emotions are obscured. While she is wild and free, precarious and dangerous to those who do not realize how powerful her emotions can be, he is the opposite -- fatal without remorse, a frozen nightmare of death and emotionlessness the only thing which comforts him when night comes and dreams turn to past bloodshed.

She is a toy in your palm, that beautiful figurine with her hair unbound and flying free, molded to the perfect shape in your mind's eye. She is touched by kindness, by the thoughtfulness behind the cellphone, reaching out for it as if the wretched thing suddenly has meaning. Would she call him? She doubted it, for she was a forgetful creature, given to bouts of cold dismissal. When the urge strikes to run, who's to say she would not run straight to him anyway? Rin smiles as she takes it from his hand, as his voice slides over her body like cold water, cool and embalming.

The worries of the past have begun to unknot; easiness makes her shoulders drop by a fraction, takes the knot away from the center in her back. Though she still wobbles from time to time, it is still her own two feet which take her, and her delusional projection of heroism that allows her to foolishly believe in a man who does not even believe in himself.

How ironic this circumstance, how broken and wretched this pairing truly is: but Rin is content, thrumming deeply in her soul where Wolf and Woman stare out from her black eyes, peering at their Alpha, their superior. Yes, trust -- it is in a wolf's nature to trust in the pack, to seek safety in a pack. No longer was he considered an outsider, no longer enemy come to seek her soul, but pack, but friend, but brother.

Brother perhaps, but he used words like a weapon, his eyes intense but social able; a knife felt as if it had been cast between the two, waiting to see who would lunge for it first: I have to take care of my family you know. So sneaky this trick, to slip this in with such sweetness, such sincerity. The warmth of his hand burned her, pitched Rin into violent memory, clashing emotions rising up through her very throat. She felt as if she were drowning, and the only thing she could hear was the word, the pitiful word that meant the world to her, meant life to her. Family, family, family, over and over, constantly echoing and pitched back at her; his voice soothed her hackles, soothed the Wolf, but the very word made the girl revolt, made her silent as he spoke, as he went to move away -- but panic sank it's fangs into her shoulder. "Do you mean it?" she asks, delayed, her hand reaching out to tug on his shirt. "Do you mean that? The part about --" she paused a moment, short and almost unnoticed as she gathered her nightmares and shoved them back into her subconscious, "Family?

It didn't matter to her that her stomach shifted and squeezed itself, that her lungs ached from moving too much, too fast; that her hearing was full of trivial matters. What mattered? His answer: she needed it, craved it. To hear it again she would do almost anything, to know that regardless of her choice, she would still be welcomed, still be sought. Family was more than safety, it was protection, and she felt at ease with him besides her, with him claiming her in such a fashion.

Without being overt, Rin gathered his smell in her nose, demanding to know.

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[Murazar Dauthi]

He blinked in surprise, family mean't quite a lot to wolves didn't it? To her it mean't what he saw was life, safety, security, surity, certainty, and some grain of happiness he had left behind. He thought back for a moment, most of his family thought him dead. Heck they probably held a funeral for him.

He looked at her, not just with his eyes. His mind was used this time, her worth to him? She was like a protege, a reason to live simply so someone could move on and live instead of swirl in the circles of dying. He was death, the persona, the shadow. He caught those stragglers who were dead or dying and decided whether to breath life back in them or crush them utterly.

He had chosen to heal her as well as he could, he smiled assuredly. His scent had changed the anger was now secondary, something in reserve as if kept for later. The control was combined with kindness and a sort of paternal or brotherly nature. He felt more paternal with her than like a brother. He was double her age and with what he had experienced in life triple.

" Of course, I say what I mean and mean what I say." He put his words into truth, why not? He rarely lied, if ever. The truth worked just as well as lies, why else use it for advantage? Even though he gained advantage so did she. He could at the least be trusted to help her, he doubted anytime soon that would be cut off. Unless his body appeared in a casket of course.

He sniffed the air again and picked her hand back up to subtley move them towards the pretzel stand. His stomach growled, he had forgotten to eat earlier. More than likely he'd grab something good here. Something he'd enjoy, why not? Food after all was one of the few comforts anyone had of any age, so long as you still liked one kind or the other.

He spoke again softly as if cheerful though he was only slightly happy at the moment that she wasn't as badly injured as he thought, " Come on, you'll like the pretzels. If not i'll stand in line with you for whatever food you want. Or if there is a resturant around here we'll go to it."

[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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What was age to emotions, when it was stacked up against security and plutonic love? Friend, brother, father? He didn't know the importance, the significance of his brotherhood to her; that she had killed him, yes, destroyed the very thing she had adored more than life. Scarred, by such a bestial thing -- it was why she had run to him, had submitted to him in the first place; Rin didn't want to destroy the precious things in life. Those that had never been hers? Friends? Companionship? What did they matter when the past loomed up cynical and terrible before her eyes, dancing around in each fluttering smile she caught in a stranger's face, a stranger's dark eyes. Thirteen years old and a murderer, the girl sought, in a childish and naive way to replace the loss of brother and sister, especially brother, yes, especially the bright hope that her brother had become to her.

Age, immeasurable when the meter used was a young girl's heart. It separated them, but the lines were blurring, and she didn't mind at all, couldn't scrub the eraser over them fast enough. It was a new addiction, this ease she adopted when he was around; this trust she treasured. He could care for her -- but it wasn't his efficiency which called to her -- it was his expression, it was in the tight leash of his control as he regarded her, teased her, mocked her. He didn't care who she was: she was just a pest, like the others. She was just like them and it was okay, finally, finally okay. It was okay to be just like every one else, to hold onto the same desires as every one else, to be measured by the same expectations.

Rin wasn't smart; she often skipped classes, but never his. No, never his, for his regard for her was something she ached to keep, his eyes something she needed to have on her every once in a while -- just to make sure she was still here, still the same. He would tell her, she knew, and smiled slightly, letting go of his shirt as he answered, as his surprise dusted through her nose and faded like a long-lost memory. He acted so poised, so unemotional, but the binds were loosening, ever so slowly, ever so carefully, while she, Rin, the Wolf lunged forward and opened up her heart in the very naive way she had.

Reckless and foolish, two adjectives intertwined into a sense of madness, a sense of whim and capriciousness that was at once cruel and sincere, made this girl act out in unpredictable ways. Her masks were many, her desires egocentric, but there was one, shining above the rest. Rin didn't need him to look at her as his equal; it wasn't in her, as the Wolf, to struggle to be something she was not, to change her shape for the sake of convention and desire. She was who she was, and the Wolf was proud of her flaws, as well as her strengths. It made her unique, made her honest while the rest of the world dug their nose into the ground and snuffled about looking for lies.

His fingers against hers brought Rin back from a world of hanging memories, of gaps that seemed to be closing at rapid paces: she couldn't run forward fast enough. She wanted to force it closed, to speak and know that no matter what she said, she would still quirk his eyebrow up cynically. Change had hurt her too much in the past -- was it any wonder she was scared pissless of it?

As if a leash had been attached to her by the ends of her fingertips, she tilted her head up and smiled, eyes warming in the glittering black of iris and pupil. The Wolf snuffled, but remained dormant, content with the steady rhythm of heart and mind. What was there to fear when she was with him? Nothing, finally, finally. He would sooner destroy her then let someone else be destroyed -- so she kept thinking, and reassuring herself, smiling slightly at the corners as she nodded, "I haven't had pretzels here before." looking around suddenly, she twitched her nose, "Actually, this is my first time here. Ever." With a snort of derision she followed him, unable to comment on what he had said; unable to broach the subject so honestly. She felt chafed inside, raw from relief and yearning. To speak that? She didn't think she could do it. Not now, especially not here with her blood tickling her nose, slowly seeping out.

The wound numbed itself from constant reopening, constant shifting; but Rin felt the fire soft and insistent in her side, worming its way through her ribs. It would not be forgotten no matter how happy her thoughts. Darkness always stalked her, following her heels as if it was ready to devour her the moment she stopped moving. So though she was haggard and feeling slightly vulnerable, she was with him and comforted herself with that.

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tags;; Teach
OOC;; slightly pathetic, but hey >.>'

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[Murazar Dauthi]

He blinked and took her hand up to walk them towards a resturant, a cafe it seemed. He had been there before it was good, forget the pretzels if this was the first time in the mall for her he'd take her somewhere nicer than just a pretzel stand. Even though he did crave them he'd eat them later, he could still get warm bread at least. Or get the pretzels on the way out.

He smiled to her, he kept the pace to something not painful for her side. After all whatever she had put on it didn't need to break . At least until he took it off and then he didn't want her to bleed everywhere because the cut broke open again. For some reason or another people always did that, as if they had no sense that normally you don't need to go anywhere that fast.

He spoke as he usually did, " Well if its your first time around here little lady. I'll take you somewhere nice." As soon as they got to the recepter guy murazar handed him his drivers liscense...And his military special forces I.D. card, it didn't show him retired. The man nearly fell over when he saw that and handed it back. Murazar pocketed it and the man simply told them to pick a table and he'd get someone there right away.

Murazar ended up guiding her to a booth. Oddly they stood out only a bit, it seemed everyone was semi-formal. Something like normal dresses for girls and kahki pants with a shirt tucked in for men. No one stared at them though, they simply pretended they were normal and fit in. Murazar was fairly known enough around the island as a man who if he wanted to dress nice he would and he'd outdo all of them.

He let her sit down in the booth first before sitting down afterwards across from her. The first thing he did was when the waiter came by he asked for a specific whiskey with a glass and ice. He waited for Rin to order after himself, it would have been better to let her order first but he wanted the man to be imprinted first with the right kind of whiskey. He'd hate for the man to get it wrong.

[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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Being with him was like a dream, drifting on and on without hassle, without any problems, any looks; they peered into his face, and whatever they saw there shut down their thoughts; Rin smiled, briefly, at once enchanted and curious about this effect. No one would ever look at her with such... respect. He carried himself with such a presence that she adored, and wished for the thousandth time that she could possess. Imagining herself walking down the hall, hips ticking, ticking, lips quirked up in that confident smile; Rin pictured the way her hair would sway if she walked just right, if she moved the way she's seen other girls moved. She imagined, briefly, what it would be like to have all those eyes on her, staring at her, unable to take them off of her -- and froze, her heart contracting.

No, no, better to have them look at him, better to have them look at other girls, and not her. The Wolf yawned, amused by the girl's train of thoughts, unbiased and open to almost any show of strength and power. If shifting her hip a little more brought more attention to her, why not? But Rin was too shy to revel in that sort of display, feeling as if in doing so, she was exposing weaker points of herself for inspection. It was then, that the crows would come and pick out her eyes. Goosebumps rising along her arms, Rin schooled her expression to, fingers twitching where they were clasped in his hands. So many eyes, so many judgments; the more she thought about it, the less she felt comfortable before the spotlight. They were looking at him, weren't they? They knew him, recognized him -- and what was she but a little pest clinging to his arm? It didn't matter that their hands were barely touching, to her, who felt a keen sense of dynamics, felt as if the very world was looking down on them. Innocent, filthy, it didn't matter what their intentions -- guilt, purity, what was that when the world ground to a halt and shifted it's eyes to peer at them?

Shoulders twitching, she hunched them slightly, wincing as it pulled at the tape hidden sloppily beneath the pale shirt. Was this alright? Or should she act differently? Should she take a few steps before him, or trail behind? Was it wrong to stand right beside? Was she too close? She wondered, and fretted as he lead her, unconsciously trusting him to lead her true.

On the verge of bolting, she managed to keep her composure by simply imagining Dauthi's aggravation, and wrapping the thought of that expression around her like chains. Don't run, don't run! she thinks, begging with herself, though it is a single-sided battle, as the Wolf had no intentions of doing anything; she woke from her slumber, looking sleepily at the girl for the briefest moment before rolling over and submitted to rest. What did she care for eyes? Let the girl fret on her own; and she did, make no mistake.

Left alone, and feeling particularly lonely from that segregation grumpiness which separated the two souls, Rin was swift to sit down, feeling the weight of illusionary eyes on her back; it was only when she ceased to move that her side decided to cramp up, revolting against the pitifully quick motion. While Murazar answered, she fidgeted, looking around as if she were searching; her nose even twitched, though she tried to be subtle about it. "Oh, me? Uhm," Her eyes flick down toward a menu that hadn't been placed before her yet and then swiftly rose to meet the waiter's. "Water is fine." she smiled briefly, "With lemon, please."

Awkward in such a social situation, Rin didn't know how to act. At home, with her family, they lived miles from town, with only the mountains as her refuge. Raised much like an animal, it was the quiet she had grown accustomed to: when the Wolf had come, it had become sanctuary. Now, thrown into this place with so many sounds and smells, and heart beats, Rin had trouble focusing. The low rumble of people's conversations droned on and on, as she peeked over at Murazar. If slumping didn't hurt so much, she probably would have sunk deeper into the chair. "You don't have to do this, you know." She says, looking around unobtrusively, not liking the fact that she could hear and smell people she couldn't see. Or that, when it came down to it, she only had one wall, and there were people behind her. Fingers reaching up to touch her hair, she began to braid the bottom, a nervous gesture she had picked up since coming to this island where shifting at a moment's whim wasn't socially acceptable any longer.

"But," she paused, lifting her eyes up and smiling brilliantly at him, feeling warmth surging up in gratitude, "Thank you."

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tags;; Murazar!
OOC;; ehh... that one was kinda shaky ,__,

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[Murazar Dauthi]

He chuckled when she didn't order soda or anything, he had held her hand for just more than simply curtsie and because she was like family to him in a manner of speaking. He had felt for the fight-or-flight reflex the body made when situations arose that made them either want to flee or fight. Usually fear was the providing emotion for its release. The blood leaves your hands and upper body extremities and goes to your feet.

Her body had activated that reflex unconsciously as everyones did. He set aside the folded up silver, actual silver utensils to some degree anyway. He looked to her although within his sight he was facing the doorway entrance/exit.

He still was tactical, watching for unknown threats only he could identify and observe. He spoke softly, kindly and smiling. Yet that calm ocean still laid there. Mysterious and unfound treasures awaited to those who dared its treacherous deeps.

" Dont worry about it, if it really concerns you alot. I just figure I might as well be a gentleman and your teacher. The gentleman in me says to take you out for a nice lunch since your new to this place. The teacher in me is trying to teach you life and see you flourish. "

He smiled mysteriously, it seemed to contain his entire life and up until the moment what he was doing. He was thinking on how to break Rins shell. Then a idea hit him to do it in small increments and just increase the rate of those increments.

She'd always have her guard up, but then he'd always be taking it down too. Plus she had no idea what he was capable of in terms of embaressing someone. If the fancy struck him, heck he'd dance atop the table naked and use her as a dance partner, while urging everyone to clap a beat on the table for him to dance to.

That or he'd take a leak in the middle of public while holding on to her pretending she was to watch out for other people, whilst being surrounded by people. Those were among the numerous things he had already done if not worse to other people. He'd done even worse with his blood family. Which ironically you'd think wouldn't have that problem since they beat the living of a gentleman into him.

Music: When Your Evil by Voltaire
OOC: Isn't mura crazy unorthdox as a teacher?

[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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Dont worry about it, if it really concerns you a lot. I just figure I might as well be a gentleman and your teacher. The gentleman in me says to take you out for a nice lunch since your new to this place. The teacher in me is trying to teach you life and see you flourish.

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Kindness, a hint of warmth threading through the usual frigid civility he adopts; it provokes thought, incites wonder as Rin props her chin on her open palm, elbow leaning lightly on the table. She cannot help the thoughts which slip through her mind unbeknownst to her until it is too late -- until they are flying across her eyes, easily read. She wonders at him, as she had never thought to wonder before. Why her? Why now? What interest did he have in her? Those thoughts would lead her down a perilous path, uprooting the faith and trust she had unwittingly given unto his care; would it all unravel simply because she thought too much? Would it all collapse because he was being kinder than his wont?

He seemed to be trying, when Rin was perfectly content with his cold exterior, finding the mirthless, judgmental self more than enough for her. He was the steadiness in her life, yes, filling the void her brother had left -- but that did not mean she wanted him to be so alike; pain was a thing she tried to avoid, especially now, with the Wolf so intent on being exactly what she was: wild.

"I've been trying to avoid you," she says, suddenly, her eyes latching on to his, as if by merely looking at the endless depths, she would find unending courage to face him. To tell him the truth, at least. The Wolf ran rampant, but there was a gigantic part of Rin that thoroughly enjoyed the unpredictability. There was a part of Rin that would die if she must walk hand-in-paw with the Wolf, and not have it lash out at her. Was it punishment she sought, without knowing? Could she tell him what she had done? No, no, it was too soon for such talk. If there was ever a time for such things. She could not tell him of her near-drowning. She could not tell him how much she missed going home, how much she missed the hate and the fear -- if only because it was irrational and familiar. The forests beckoned her at night when she slept, dreaming of a landscape to which she had been brought up. Instead, a girl seemingly untouched by time was thrown into a modern world of cell phones and computers, of little Ipods and head phones. These things she's never had, never even considered, for she was too much animal to truly enjoy them -- and now they were commonplace. They were expected.

Eating lunch in public was expected, acceptable. Walking along the mall with friends, with family, was supposed to be fun -- but to Rin, who could not even process such things, they were alien. They were part of a foreign culture she couldn't grasp, couldn't wrap her mind around. "I feel a little disjointed since I've transferred to this school." she says, thoughtfully, her eyes strangely steady as these mournful, controversial thoughts slip through her mind, fluttering through the mirror of her eyes. Would he see them pass? Would he know what they were? She could not look away, didn't dare look away. The pause between sentences seemed to be an eternity, but only heartbeats passed as her tongue wrapped around her emotions, as it tried to translate what had never been rendered into human speech. "It's not the people." she tries to defend herself, to hold back the self that would cry out that those around her were strange, alien figments. "I just feel as if I don't belong here. It's supposed to be this school where I'm supposed to feel better because everyone is the same." her eyebrows tense, sliding together slightly, trembling in thought, "But no one is the same." She shakes her head a little, tucking hair behind her ear, "Or rather, everyone else is the same, but not me. They just take on another shape. I have something inside of me."

Could she continue? Could she spew out her doubts? Of him? Of herself? "I hurt that female without provocation. It won't be the last time, either, but ... was I so wrong?" Thoughts crowded behind her eyes, too many to count, too many to put into order. A knot of terror, of confusion squirming around under her skin, aching to be spilled out, to be gutted so she wouldn't have to worry. "I know you're doing this to look out for them, but still..." and she smiles slightly, her eyes finally dropping away, eyelids quivering as she says so solemnly, without hitch or sadness; simply a weary acceptance, "I appreciate your generosity. Family is really important y'know?" Rin looks up again, "So you don't have to pretend anymore. It's okay." This is how it usually is, isn't it?

Rin never wanted to cause so many problems. He had worried about her, enough to come to her -- and even if it's just that, she could be content. The Wolf would be content.
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