M. Keep On Pretending

Zalen Damaichu · 08-13-2011, 12:27 AM

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Shut up, it was great! And prepare yourself for the longest post I have ever written o.o oh and Zalen is in Lupus form, he'll shift though if needed.

He watched the night fall like a velvet curtain around him. Fiery dusk had turned to inky night and it all had been reflected in his olive eyes. He was resting at the mouth of his den where he had been for the last several hours, unmoving. His eyes were open but he barely saw the changing world, he had been entranced by his widow companion elegantly wrapping a moth with her silken strands. He had watched as the moth flew around his cave lazily before getting caught in her web, watched as her beautiful onyx form came slowly towards it as it struggled before pouncing and ending its short life. Sometimes he felt like the moth and sometimes he felt like the spider.

Zalen’s mind had been astir after arriving back to his territory no more than two days ago. He had been away for a week in the burned lands to the east. After being attacked by the golden wolfess and aided by the pregnant coy-wolf he had decided to wander to set his head straight. But what had occurred to him in those desolate lands did nothing more than to add to his anxiety and bitterness.

He had been angry, infuriated to learn that his mother had kept the secrets of his past and lineage from him. He had also learned that she had been weak and a coward in the time before his birth and he was ashamed, not only of her but of himself for not having found and taken up his birth right. If things hadn’t had happened as they did, if his family hadn’t abandoned this place, then he would have been alpha of a great pack, a formidable leader, and then he would have something to offer…

Zalen sighed and stood to stretch. He needed a walk. As he moved past he could see Widow watch him with eight glittering eyes as he disappeared into the brush just beyond his clearing. Like a shadow he moved through the trees. He was in deep thought and with each step he could feel the tight spot on his back where his bite wound was. Now it was no more than a scab, Gemma’s medicine had worked wonders. At times he felt bad for the way he had treated her but he could not find any love in his heart for coyotes.

Suddenly his mind was taken away from the thoughts by a familiar scent in the air. He slowed, keen eyes reflecting in the dark as he looked around him, why was this place so familiar? He had explored the majority of the area surrounding his one square mile of territory but the trees here, the brush, something struck a chord in his heart and he couldn’t quite place it. Then, several yards away, he saw the glint of a lit cigarette.

Lucia…

For a moment he stood there frozen. The ebony demon of his dreams was only yards away. Could he face her again? Did he have the strength to? He desired her greatly, wished he could take her as his mate, wanted to expel all of her pain with a single kiss, but he was afraid. She both frightened and excited him and she had become like an obsession, an addiction that had plagued his mind and body in his time in the burnt lands and when he had been visited by that fearsome spirit, her eyes, her eyes! They had been Lucia’s!

Zalen’s heart pounded and his blood boiled as he stepped towards his female mirror. He felt meek, both in spirit and in form, her slender body making his quadruped one look awkward and miniscule in comparison. But looking upon her he suddenly found confidence and strode right up to her, but did not speak. He knew he looked good, he had recently bathed, reapplied his mark which now seemed to glow blood red, and he was toned from his journey. Two crisp, golden and speckled hawk feathers were attached his mane now, something that he had learned was a tradition in his family. He stared into her eyes, piercing and fierce, but said nothing.

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