M - Stop. Stumble. Repeat. (R rating)

Marika Russo · 08-16-2010, 10:02 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: hints of sexual content (not between participating characters in this thread) and violence starting with the 3rd post. Reader discretion is advised.

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For Oak.

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<3!

Now, finally, she was back in familiar territory and the incunabulum of pain and fear gripped Marika's heart. She wasn't sure how she had made it here. How she had survived the horrors of her journey. She had travelled for so long before and nothing had harmed her. But now the tide was changing and there was evil out there that she could no longer hide from. Marika paused to catch her breath and examine herself. She no longer wore her red dress and her coin belt was stashed away in her bag. Everything that she loved about herself was now tattered - her pelt was matted, her hair knotted and her skin still bore the signs of hurt and abuse. But now that she was back in familiar territory, Marika felt that she could find solace somewhere. That she could find a home again.

Why she wasn't making her way back to Cour des Miracles was anyone's guess. She couldn't face Vigilante again and ask him for forgiveness. Rurik might take her back, but how could she look at him like this? How could she tell him that she had been hurt like this? Could he forgive her for abandoning their family again? She was just as bad as her mother. The memory of her hit Marika like a rock and she stumbled over a hidden root, her body falling to the ground with a loud oomph. She couldn't even cry out, so tired and broken she felt. Everything, inside and out, hurt and the more she recalled her horrific experience, the more she felt she was at wit's end.

“Oh papa, vhy have you forsaken me?”

Curling tighter into a ball, the female cried. She cried for her own loss, for the life she had left behind when she'd decided that travelling by sea was a good idea. She cried for the life she had left behind with her Carpathian wolves and the music and love they shared. Marika cried for the family that had broken around her, so much so that now she doubted she would ever have a family of her own. Her hands instinctively gripped her belly, holding on to a puppy that was no longer there, and at the memory, she howled in agony, her shoulders shuddering with every sob.

Oak · 08-20-2010, 05:17 PM

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Revised this! -fail- 300+

Oak had known nothing but love and compassion. He was cared for by not only his mother, but by many of the Crimson Dreams adults as well. He had only ever cried because of a trip and painful fall, a harmless squabble with his brothers. Oak had never known true sorrow. Though he was unaware of it, he was a lucky child.

He pranced away from the Manor with a merry bounce in his step, his black nose erect and quivering, sable-tipped tail waving. There were rules in place to keep him safe, so he didn't plan to go far. As much as the distance and its inevitable adventure beckoned him, Oak couldn't hurt his mother. He loved her too much to disobey one of the few guildlines she had asked of him.

He chased a rabbit through the forest, his pudgy paws carrying him at a speed that was shameful compared to the grace of the creature's gait. Soon the rabbit was too far ahead for him to even try following it, but that didn't matter -- a strange noise had broken the silence, distracting him. It was a terrible sound, full of emotions unknown to him. He was terrified by the pain of its tone, but something about allured the rust-furred boy. With an encouraging breath of air, Oak ran in the direction of its origin.

Only when he had neared the borders did he finally discover the source of the cry. A woman lay against the earth, sobs shaking her entire body. The boy slowed, then stopped, his mouth agape. He had never seen an adult cry before; till now he had believed that only puppies could cry. The sight was so strange that for a moment, all he could do was watch her, trying to make sense what he saw. He slowly sat upon his haunches very close to the female, wondering deeply about what would make such a pretty thing cry so hard. Hey, he chirped at last. Miss lady, wha's wrong? Oak nudged her with his cool, wet nose. It was so sunny and wonderful today -- so why wasn't she happy?

Marika Russo · 08-29-2010, 02:26 PM

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I sincerely apologise for the delay. I also added a tiny warning for this thread, hope it's okay <3

Something wet and cold and alive was touching her. It dragged her out of her misery and slowly she opened her mismatched eyes and looked around. His eyes were what drew her attention and she could feel her heart tightening in her chest. He was so delicate, so beautiful and so small. He was warm and alive and -- he wasn't hers. The memory of her anguish, as she lay bleeding everywhere was enough to make her want to curl up and howl again. But this pup, this glorious, tiny pup was waiting for her and he sounded worried. Marika couldn't just sit here and wallow in misery. Slowly, she sat up and pushed the hair out of her face. She smiled, and although it was broken, it was sincere at heart.

“Hello, little one. Did I scare you?” He was so sweet, so adorable. She felt so guilty for scaring him, but he was here and talking to her and that was enough to make everything so much better. She slowly reached into the bag and pulled out her chain of coins. It was as beautiful as she remembered. She slowly undid them and started playing with him, making them run across her fingers. They glittered in the light and she felt them in her hand, solid gold. “You like, yes? I do more for you?” She wanted to entertain and amuse. Marika smiled at the pup once more. “I am Marika, vhat are you called small one?”

Oak · 09-03-2010, 01:36 AM

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She stirred when he touched her. He was slightly afraid that the woman would usher him scoldingly away for interrupting her sadness, but instead she gave gave him the gift of her shattered, beautiful smile. In return, he grinned in an uncertain but sincere way, pleased by her approval. Feeling safe in her presence now, Oak ventured to sit on his haunches, his long tail encircling his paws. His deep, wondering eyes drifted up and down her figure, mystified by the dress of cool scarlet, bright gold and deep black that adorned her. The garments were the most exotic human artifact he had yet seen, and he had trouble looking away from them even when she addressed him in strange, accented tones.

The clothing was marvelous, but Oak was much more interested in the wolfess it sheathed. She had scared him, and he let her know with a nonchalant nod; childish honesty in action. The boy was still smiling, though, evidence that all was completely forgiven, another characteristic of his tender age. She pulled more wonders from a pack he only now noticed, a chain of golden coins jangling prettily as she revealed them. Ears lifting, Oak leaned in to sniff the coins, unable to identify their strange, foreign aroma. He did not know what her offer to "do more" meant, but the nature of it had him nodding exhuberantly. Yes... p'ease! She had said that it was for him, whatever it was. Her kindness suprised him so much that he coudn't refuse despite his confusion. Never before had a stranger shown him generosity, in his quiet, sheltered life.

The boy tore his staring cobalt eyes away from the coins, facing her instead. My name is Oak. Who a'you? he eagerly returned, dying to know her name, to know every little thing about her.

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