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WC: 307 - Too lazy for table xD Forward dated to the 29th i believe? You guys choose what posting order you wanna do ^^


Blades of grass shimmered with a fresh coating of dew as the morning light hit them, mist filling the air and blocking his view partially with a white veil. Raising a hand to his mouth he yawned and rubbed it across sleep filled eyes, having strangely woken up for no apparent reason at some ungodly hour in the morning, he’d snuck away from the comforting, warm arms of his mate to walk the borders in hope that doing so wear him out some, at least enough for the dark male to sleep once more when he returned. Moving silently forward, he could feel the fur around his paws soaking up the water from the damp grass, making the hairs turn from grey to black. With each stride forward long, unbound hair swayed behind him, matching the rhythm of his steps.

Soaring above him was the pest, seemingly happy to be awake and doing something, rather than stuck underground. If he hadn’t been so ridiculously awake, he would have turned around and snuck back into his new quarters and wrapped himself around the white one once more, but his mind refused to sleep and his body itched to move and do things, leaving him little to no choice but to stay up and moving.

Never having been much of a morning wolf, along with having left his mates side early as well, the Marbas was in a right mood and with every passing tree he felt the compulsive urge to grab a weapon and simply attack the immobile plant; heck, it would use up energy and take an edge off of his fowl mood. The only thing that stayed his hands was the mental image of someone coming across him attacking a tree… he already had made a fool of himself enough times and so when such a thing could be avoided, he tried to do so.

Demi was aware of the injury prone man out and about that morning, but she didn't seemed to mind him much. She was surrounding herself with work, that morning she had been hard at work cultivating her garden and reclaiming it from the weeds that had decided to descend upon it while she had been sick. The poppy plants where doing well and within a few short weeks she would start the careful harvest for the first time. She was sure she would get it wrong and this crop wouldn't be her best batch but if she got even the smallest bit of success from it, the whole thing would be worth it.


With the garden done already, she had pranced after Alaki toward the borders for no particular reason. Maybe she was just curious, wanting to observe the irritable man who had in a way been someone who she had tried in her ways to mend the initial wrong she had done with. Demi was no stalker though, she just quietly hid out of sight for the most part, before growing bored and wandering toward the border. This time with no real purpose to it.

Devil's blue eyes stared out the mask of hatred and arrogance, eyes that had seen terror and desperation grow in so many female's eyes, that had seen the light die from countless men, that had watched with dispassion as children were sold into slavery; the eyes of a monster stared out at the world, evil, power hungry and insane. Shurui held onto the thinnest of sane strands but not by any free will of his own. If he had his choice he would gladly let himself descend into madness or maybe the white brute had already fallen and simply did not recognise it, certainly he had no morals or conscience to speak of and the blood of hundreds stained his snow white paws.

By chance his travels and wanderings took him up north where it got slightly colder, he did not feel it nor the biting wind. He came upon a pack border scent and laughed, completely disregarding it. Not many he came across could out muscle him. His feet took him some way in through a forest, he was rather uninterested in his surroundings until he came across a most attention grabbing scent; a female. His face split into a terrifying grin and he changed course, now making a beeline straight towards her. He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste at her coloring, he usually preferred darker colored ones but any would do when he was feeling as randy as he was, Malignant was off somewhere where he had abandoned her again.

Circling around the female he stepped out in front of her path, effectively pinning her against a tree with the sheer mass of his body and his force of presence,

"Well hello there. What's a pretty thing like you doing out on your lonesome."