Takes place right after this thread in Ethereal Eclipse. 300+



Hot tears streamed down her face as she sprinted away from her homelands. A storm thundered overhead, rain beating down on her form, soaking her. Gods, why was this all happening? First her daughter had been hurt by something her once best friend had left laying around the house. Then she had been forced to make that friend leave the pack and take up the reins of leadership in her place. And now she had found out that her mate had known about Naniko's drug problem and hadn't told her. He had kept it from her, like he couldn't trust her. Like keeping Naniko's secret was more important than her, than them. It could have cost their daughter her life! All her old insecurities of not being enough for him, of him always wanting the pale woman more than her had come flooding back and it had been too much. She couldn't handle all of this.



Savina ran until her legs ached and her body shivered, slumping down against one of the many trees in the area. At least the rain wasn't falling as hard inside the thick forest of the Ethereal Eclipse. Quietly she sobbed, covering her muzzle with one of her front paws. Her life was falling apart and she felt there was nothing she could do to pull the pieces back together. She knew that she shouldn't have gotten so upset with Kansas, it was clear how guilty he felt about it all, but in that moment it hadn't mattered. Her insecurities had taken over and she had lost control. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by nightmares of Naniko stealing her mate away from her while she was powerless to stop it.



When she finally awoke again she couldn't say how long it had been. The world was still dark and dreary, rain still pattering against the roof of leaves and branches. The world certainly matched her mood. Listlessly she rose to her feet and started walking through the trees with no real purpose, her emerald eyes hollow. Mud caked her chest and abdomen, but for once she didn't care. When she was losing everything that meant something to her, what did mud matter? Nothing mattered.

get the scary-Savi table out!!

A feral wolf walked the untamed wilderness. His coat ragged, and freeborn as the land he stepped so gingerly upon. The travel was nothing for the male, his light paws moving with grace and a limber ease. It was a swift pace, but to those that may look on he had a hint of laziness in his gait, as if he had no destination, no intent. It was true, Heath morte dre Soul had nothing on his mind. Nothing that would direct his coarse, at least. The tawny-gray male had many thoughts to choose from, things that stirred memories, old and new. His tail faced the territory that he had been haunting, peacefully. He had been a ghost, appearing before those that had not expected him, but they either held a memory of him (as many ghosts provoked) or he had given a starling surprise. But the black-gloved young male could no longer stalk a land that he did not claim. It was time to be as his title spoke. It was time to hunt the open lands, time to roam and be the rouge that he had settled with becoming.

His sights were on the ground, the wet grasses and the undergrowth. Prey did not frequented this time of day or dreary weather, but if he used the coyote ears he wore there was a chance of sneaking up on a rodent or if he was lucky a hare. It was meager pickings, but a single lean male could not ask for such things as a large meal. Hunting was no art form, not to the French accented boy. It was a means of survival and a dirty, messy process. He would try, a leap with nose turned downwards in hopes of pouncing on the startled creature. But too many times he failed, and if he were a lesser beast he would give up. But that meant starving. He was skinny enough, and his stomach was protesting. Frustration was rising, and Heath fought to control it. It was overwhelming, and a part of him whispered softly. It spoke of his one reason for peace. She had made him want to be a better beast, and he could not allow his emotions to spiral so out of control.

Yet, when he lost the game of cat and mouse once more the male gritted his ivory fangs together to keep from hollering in anger. He could not do it, could not master what so obviously controlled him. He was a slave to it, and a slave that dutifully moved forward in hopes of finding bigger, slower prey. His mind reflected the color of the sky, and in his dismal patrol the male stumbled upon a scent that made his heart falter in it's beat. The Dreams pack. Without his knowledge his face became a small grin. It was female, and he was closer then he should have been without knowing it. Familiarly lingered along the smell, but he could not pinpoint the origin. Walking slowly he approached, silent in the rain.

scary table means shit's going down ;D 300+



She hadn't been walking very long, or at least she didn't think it'd been very long, when she heard something following her. At first she ignored it, not thinking much of it. If she had been in her right mind she would have investigated it right away, but now she didn't have the energy or the care. It wasn't that she was normally paranoid, but someone following you in neutral lands often didn't mean a good thing. The raven fey had walked a few more yards before finally she realized that whoever was following her was really following her. Annoyance rang in her mind and she suddenly wheeled around to face whoever it was head on.



The sight she was met with was a poor one. Some skinny little hybrid who looked half starved, but there was a grin on his face. Why the hell was he...and then she noticed it. That black leg. Recognition clicked in her mind and immediately her hackles raised and her lips lifted to reveal pearly fangs. "You," she snarled. This was the little bastard that had trespassed on her lands and gotten in fights with both her mate and brother. Suddenly all the anger that had been building up over the past few days combined with the anger towards what this male had done and ignited as a white hot inferno inside of her.



The monster inside of her awoke with a fervor and for once Savina relished relinquishing her control to it. Though she didn't give up completely. Last time she had not remembered anything that had happened. This time she wanted to. She wanted to see the look on the punk's face when he saw what he had gotten himself into. Slender form began to shift, her muscles bulking up and her bones rearranging into that more lethal form that was only used when the beast inside came out.

He stalked her, as if the dark form as that of tranquil prey. Closer, he could taste the Pansy on her. Yes, the male he had beaten. It rose in the boy, the arrogance and the amusement. Was this the one? The one that held the dogs’ leashes. His heart jumped as he thought about the way he had broken that white male. The larger chocolate beast had not gone down as easily as the first one he had fought. Heath had run, though that defeat was only because of their size difference. But the pups’ mistress was right before him, and Heath was very interested in meeting her.

She turned to face him, the look on her face no doubt the whip she used on her charges. The poor, poor, beasts. Living with such a scowl. He wondered if she ever loosened up, and he thought of more then just their collars. She spoke as if she had poison on her tongue, and Heath stopped to watch her. What her intentions were, slowly came to light. Mistress Dreamer, have we met? The boy snidely spoke. Did she know of him?

There was shifting in her form, growing and morphing. Heath knew this dance and knew it well. His mouth cracked open in a half grin, and he let the change over come him as well. He smelled the rage in the air. It traveled to his mouth and he salivated at the taste.

He spoke to her, but she did not respond. The beast had no need of a voice. It spoke in the language of force and blood. Of fangs and flesh. Oh, the little boy was smug now, no doubt thinking that because she was a female she was no match for him. But he would soon learn how very, very wrong he was. That scrape on her brother's shoulder and the scar on her mate's lip would be nothing compared to what she would do to this little worm. The shifting of her body finished and left something that looked nothing like the Commander in its place. A hulking feral beast. The pupils in those eyes of green fire contracted as she stared down her enemy.



That stare lasted for mere seconds though. A primeval roar erupted from her chest as she charged forward with the force of a train. Large clawed paws pounded in the wet ground towards what she viewed as a puny excuse for man. Those startling eyes never left his form until she was running into him, aiming to shoulder him right in the chest and push him over.

She wanted nothing of it, and still she stood before him. Gold eyes looked at the things before him, a forced blink as she finished his own transformation. She was no longer sleek and slim, round just where she needed to be, to his uncontrollable delight. She was beastly, and compared to the male in his own halfling form, a monster. Pools of acid stared back, poisonous green and deadly. She wanted nothing of his words, anything of his boasting or his past. She only wanted him, at this moment. It was obvious that she knew of what he had done, and would rather not speak of it. A woman of action, a woman with the intent of making him her bitch. Collared and leashed.

Then she came at him, and he was no match for her weight. The pressure against his chest pushed him backwards. The pain wasn’t right, it didn’t hurt like it should. Where was the pleasure? Stumbling backwards the male could not manage to keep on his paws. It was only for a second, his lightweight form easy for paws to gather and rise. In an instant he was up again and moving around her, jaws at the ready. Aiming for something, anything that he could hold onto. He would not hold back, as it was obvious that she wasn’t. And he no longer fought for the fun of it, but for his life. Something the seemingly mindless beast had no trouble taking.

Her charge was successful as she felt him unable to hold against her weight. Sick, deadly satisfaction ran through the creature. This would be even easier than she thought. He was no match for her, not like this, not when that black hell hound was in control. The flimsy boy stumbled and she took that golden opportunity, jet talons slashing out at the exposed side. She felt her claws rip through his flesh. That oh so welcome sight of crimson blood leaked from the gash and it's metallic scent filled her nose and drove the beast forward. That's what it wanted. That's what it needed.



Then he was up again and moving around her. That demonic face followed his movements and saw him lunge at her. She recognized that teeth had gained purchase on her upper front leg, but there was no pain that she felt. Pain was only a distraction and there was nothing that could or would distract her from what she wanted right now. With a deep growl her own jaws opened and clamped down on the hybrid's scruff, fangs sinking deep into the flesh. Now she not only saw and smelled the blood but tasted it. With one strangely fluid movement her head whipped back and moved in an arc, intent on taking his body with it. A little after half way through the movement those jaws released, allowing his pathetic form to fly through the air.

He couldn’t breath. Each time his chest expanded it was as if his entire body was on fire. The blood seeped, flowing form his side and the male was too frantic to even notice. He was too scared. His entire form radiated with the pain, and he could not determine where the razor sharp claws had ripped through his flesh. Somewhere, and it didn’t even matter. He needed to move or he would loose his life. Teeth locked on the leg of the black she-wolf, piercing as deeply as they could and his jaws holding as tight as his jaws allowed. In his pain they locked, the muscles unmoving.

She had none of it, plucking his form from hers as if a tick. Her teeth grasped him harshly. And as quickly as they held him, they released with the force of her entire body. His eyes closed, the world turning black as her flew through the air. He was weightless, fluttering against the rain filled atmosphere, coming to a stop when a tree filled his path. He felt it against his side, and the pressure of it knocked all the air form his lungs. His neck wrenched, his leg bent and he was nothing but a motionless form against the ground.

His eyes opened. Teeth bared for the world to see. His defiance was pathetic, but real. He couldn’t hurt anymore, it was already too much for his mind to understand. Rising on shaking legs the boy stared at the beast. The beast that would end him. A snarl, one she might not even be able to hear escaped his throat. Now, he said, just kill me now.

Those acidic orbs watched his scrawny form rocket through the air and then collide with a tree. A growl of satisfaction rumbled in her deep chest. Who was in charge now? Where was his cocky grin and his snide comments now? That is what he got for underestimating her and her rage. The beast stayed in place, staring down at his motionless form. Gaze was daunting, willing him to get up and fight. Willing the little insect to be so defiant now. He would never mess with her family or pack again. She would make certain of that. He had caused his last trouble for her.



Blood from his teeth marks ran in little rivers down her fur, but she didn't notice. She felt no pain and it was obvious by the way his legs shook when he rose back to his feet that he was feeling a lot. Good. He deserved it. He deserved it for the pain that he had caused those she loved. And he snarled at her. The flames in her eyes grew brighter and it seemed every hair on her body was standing on end. A menacing growl grew in her throat and her talons sunk into the wet earth beneath her paws. Then once again she moved forward, charging at him again. If he was unwilling to accept defeat then she would show him no mercy.

run, heathbar run!

His body shook and shuttered with the pain. It told him to give in, lie down and just let it happened. Though he was a point of defeat, then male was a creature of survival. His instincts would not allow him to roll over and give her his neck. This was no dance of dominance, where an exposed belly would satisfy the bigger beast. This was one of death. Heath would not survive, if he submitted. She wanted him dead (being quite a protective pet owner). She no longer just wanted to teach him a lesson, but end him all together. He fought to breathe, but kept standing. The female moved forward with force, and male stepped to the side, using the tree as a barrier.

Gold eyes did not look back. His lean form slipped into the undergrowth and through the flora with a slender ease. His paws moved, while the rest of his body grew numb from the pain. He couldn’t feel anything, thought nothing. He could only run, in any direction at all. The black-gloved male couldn’t turn to see if she followed him, letting that place and time fall away behind him. The blood wept from his wounds, leaving a splattered trail as he ran. Muscles’ scream had died, leaving nothing but a dull numbing hum. He would run until his light form collapsed, but for this moment willed his body to move with a speed that matched that of his recent flight.

This time he didn't try to face her head on, but he did the smart thing and ducked out of the way behind the tree. Even though she hadn't been charging with the force she had the first time, it took her a little while to stop, feet sliding in the mud. But when she did she turned around and went back to the tree. But he was gone. The monster snarled and eyes darted around, trying to find him. Coal nose caught a whiff of his scent going into the brush. Uninjured leg raised up and swiped at the plants and earth where he had disappeared, but there was nothing there.



Savina fought to gain control of her vocal chords and while she succeeded, it was not entirely her voice that yelled out angrily into the night. "Come near my home or touch my family again and I WILL KILL YOU!" The beast snarled and slashed at the tree, leaving four parallel lines scraped into its bark. A rage filled howl soared into the night, echoing into the canopy of the trees. Then the she-wolf lumbered off into the night, teeth still showing and eyes still burning.