What a disappointment I had perfectly

Pontiac · 01-23-2011, 12:47 AM

She moved from the mountains back into the pack lands that she called home, she was stupid, so stupid. She shifted into her two legged body as she walked into the pack lands, her arms where wrapped around her body as she had her hat upon her head. As her heart thumped away in her chest, she could not believe what she had done. Not only had she allowed her-self to have sex with a member of the clan that her pack was not getting along with, but she had feelings for him. They both knew that it would not work out for either for either of them to be mates, but it did not mean that she could not promise that area that they sold their bodies to each other, as their own haven as long as no one else found out the tan and white she wolf knew it would work out for the best for them all. She gulped, as she took that step back into the pack lands. Her coat still clung onto his musky smell; she could still smell him on her. Pontiac did not want to lose that scent. Moving into the cave that the pack shared moving into one of the unclaimed dens, she un wrapped her arms from around her waist as she slide her hand up her side taking her hat off her head, as she extended her arm out tossing her old faithful hat to the side with a flick of her wrist.

Moving over to a corner of the den she gasped as she felt the air cutting away from her. She started to wheeze and then coughing. Pontiac was scared, she knew she was having another one of her panic attacks; however it was clear that this was going to be a bad one. She wanted to scream out ask for someone to help her, someone to hold her hand while she worked on breathing. She gasped again as a new wave of his scent came into her. Pontiac closed her eyes as she started to cry. She knew that she messed up, she had feelings for the enemy. Pontiac had enough feelings for this male that she could not take a side on this fight between packs; she could see how he was hurting over the fact that one of his pack members was killed. Falling down to the ground as she rolled onto her back as tears strolled down her face. Tears were shed for Ty, tears for Itzal and the feelings she had for him. Pontiac messed up, she messed up bad. Sad part was…she would do it again even after knowing that Naniko might be highly upset with her.

Liev Morozov · 01-24-2011, 12:20 PM

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Hai!

Big round paws dug softly into the snow as the big Anatheman made his way from the outside of the mountains to the warm, moist soil of the caves. It came so naturally to him, walking up and down he territory of his new pack. Liev had no hard time adjusting to the daily life of the pack, enjoying the surroundings to the maximum. His favourite pastime would be to just sit on a big boulder near the main entrance of the caves and watch the sunrise or the sunset. It was probably the best time of the day for him.

Now the sunset was over, and the night had lost the purple and faded into a dark navvy hue. And it was time to return to the caves, and return to his sketches. He was planning on making a map of Anathema for Naniko, in case they ever came to need those. He'd make one for the tunnels as well, but without the help of a cave explorer, it'd be no good.

He was nearing his own room, already smelling the scent of his multiple herbs and liquors, when another scent came to his gray nosetrils. And sounds entered his long sharp ears. It smelt like a female wolf, mixed wityh the scent of fear and defeat. The noises were that of a warthog choking. Or someone crying deep and desperately. The hell?!

He neared the entrance where the sounds and smell were stronger, and knocked softly in a rocky part of the entering hole. No answer. Though it killed him to be that blunt, the Russian male sneaked a peek inside the room, and saw a cowboy hat. Of course, it wasn't the hat crying, but it sure held the same scent of fear and... something else. Another wolf? And from Phoenix Valley. He had met a female, Tala, from the same pack, not long ago. But it surely wasn't her scent. It was a male's.

On the farther corner of the room, sat a brown and white female, crubling into pieces on her crying and sobbing. Bright purple eyes widened stunned with the scene. The woman surely was an Anatheman, but she also carried the scent of the unknown male and of... Oh boy, the smell of sex.

He neared the woman slowly and carefully, not willing to scare her further more. The older wolf knew by experience cornered and scared creatures could turn agrressive by instinct. And he surely wasn't willing to fight a packmate. "Don't worry, ma'am. I'm not gonna do anything." He said, hushing the woman with a soothing, warm voice he tended to use to calm down the pup from his former pack when they started to cry for their parent that went outside the safehouses to do their chores. "I'm Liev. May I ask yours?" He said, placing a hand over his furry chest and beige bandana. He now was croutched on the floor, only one knee on the ground, the other supporting his chest. The empty hand was besides the downed knee, keeping his balance. "I'm one of the new Zepars here. There's nothing to worry about, ma'am." He kept muttering, trying at all costs to soothe the sobbing luperci.

Pontiac · 01-25-2011, 12:38 PM

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The Allu was in a state of panic, what had she done? Why did she allow her-self to go so easy to that black male from the Inferni pack, how could she have done that, she should have known better, but something about the golden eyes that were able to look right into her soul and read her better than any other wolf had been able to. The tan and white female felt as if her head was going to explode as all the emotions and feelings that where running though her head. The voice of her litter mate spoke to her letting her know that allowing her heart to go to a member of the coyote based pack was just not okay. Naniko had never told her sister that she disproved of her actions, fact was up until a year ago they had been parted because of head injury that Naniko had received while running away from something. The tan and white female was so wound up over her lost of her heart, soul, and body to the male she was not able to hear anything other than her own body fighting to breath, unable to feel anything other than her own heart racing and thumping away in her chest.

She opened her eyes as was hoping that she would wake up and find that she was lying out in the unclaimed land, with Itzal as her pillow as they just looked into each other’s eyes. However it was too much of her own disappointment that he was not there, and she was not out in the mountains. She was lying in a den, with some stranger near her, she wanted to scream and kick. Her eyes saw spots and everything sounded like she was under water. She was already like a rabbit that was running for its life. She was in the flight or fight mode. She fought to get her hands under her; she heard something about not going to do anything. She squirmed as she gave a whimper trying to left her back off the floor. She used her feet to push her body back as she found her-self pinned against the den wall. She looked at the male as she shook her head. ”No..no…” She was not sure what was going on. Was this some sort of bad dream? The tan and white female looked around, she knew he said he was not going to hurt her, but if he only knew, only knew how bad she had betrayed the pack. He would have to kill her; he would have to do it to honor Naniko. ”Pon..pon…pontiac.” She sputtered as she was still with her back up against the den wall. What did this male what? What was he going to do to her? The tan and white lady looked to what she could see of the male with fear in her eyes.

Liev Morozov · 01-25-2011, 03:19 PM

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Once the woman in front of him opened her eyes, purple met blue, and the grayish man noticed the pure fear that emanated from them. The man was overwhelmed for a brief second, and when he was about to hush her again, she hopped on her feet, squeeshing her back on the wall, as if wishing she could pass through it. The more he wished not to feel pity for her, the more did he feel it.

She began to stutter, which wasn't a sign of improvement. He snorted t that lightly, purple eyes gazing softly at the packmate. As if in slow motion, he got up unwillingly, knowing the only way to calm her down, and it wasn't like him. But if it was the only way, there was no reason to delay it. She gave him her name, though through a heavy stutter, but the foreign male understood. Pontiac. A pretty name, indeed.

"Listen, Pontiac. You must calm down. Otherwise, I can't see how we're going to solve this problem of yours, whatever it may be." He said, his voice grave and serious, though he spoke very slowly, to make sure she would understand his point.

The last thing he wished was to snap her out of her stupor in the... well, in the harsh way. But, if she shown no sign of calming down, the male saw no other way.

Pontiac · 01-27-2011, 03:50 AM

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One would have to feel sorry for the older gray male with purple eyes, he had managed to find Pontiac’s hiding spot, one of the guest den, and not only was she in the middle of a full blown panic attack. The tan and white lady knew what it was all over, she had broken a rule, she had committed a sin, not only against her-self but against the whole pack. What would either of her sisters say if they found out that she had given her body away to a member of the only pack that the Anathema was not on good levels on. The female did not want to face the look on fearless white leader, and tell her that she had went out on a scouting mission and came back with her heart belonging to a black male from the Inferni, she was foolish, No not foolish downright stupid was a far better fit and more like it.

With her back against the wall her chest rapidly jumped up and down as her eyes darted side to side, looking around, spots still in her eyes as the manic state of mind surged deeper and deeper though her body. Parts of the male’s word came though her head, something about calming down. How could she? She had mated with a member form the enemies pack. Not only had the angel who never made one bad move out of line, the female that would have killed her-self if it meant saving her sister’s life. Her hands fly up in the air as she panted and fought to keep her breath.”HOW CAN I?! I GAVE MY BODY TO A MEMBER OF INFERI!” How stupid, how foolishly stupid was she for allowing her-self to have feelings for him. The golden eyes of the male burned in the back of her mind.

Liev Morozov · 01-27-2011, 09:21 AM

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Sorry if this is some kind of powerplay!

This was going nowhere. When she yelled at him, shouting she had mated with a member of the Inferni pack, the first emotion in Liev's head was confusion. Confusion because he did not remember who the members of that pack was, but more confusion came when he remembered there had been some small conflicts with Anathema and said pack. But most of wall, confusion because she was having that whole attack because of only that!

Yes, there was a tension between the two packs, but nothing was actually official! And even if it was, Naniko would have declared it for the whole pack, if either they were to avoid them or to strike back. Nonetheless, neither was sugested by the white Angela, so there was absolutely no reason for all that panic!

Well, time to drastic measures...

The male made some small effort and placed an empty face and hard eyes on himself, and prepared for what he was about to do, even it it made him terrible about it.

In the swiftest of movements, he sent his heavy palm on the face of the woman, a loud smack echoing inside the small room. It wasn't all that strong to actually harm her, but wasn't weak enough to don't mean anything either. It as just a good, old "SNAP OUT OF IT" kind of slap. When the echos stopped, he sighed heavuly and let his mask fall, showing the tired face of a male suffering for his actions and for the suffereing of the other luperci.

A second later, he embraced the woman with his big arms. It wasn't breath-taking, punishing bear hug, but a soothing, warm and friendly, "Everything is okay now" kind of hug. After a small squeeze in the slender body of the woman, to call for her attention, he placed his muzzle near her tan ear.

"Listen to me, Pontiac. You did nothing wrong. Yes, we have had some issues with Inferni, but it was only that! Just because some of our packmates are picking up fights with others, it doesn't mean it have to apply to you as well. If you really like him, don't let anything else stand in your way. Fight with other packs ahppen everytime. Love, however, only truly happens once in a lifetime. Don't let the stupid affairs of others trouble your heart like that. You're stronger than that. I can feel it in you that you ARE a strong woman, so let me find you shattered like that anymore. Okay?" The male spoke, soothing and calm at first, but getting more determined and inspiring as he went. On the last phrase, he let go of the tan and white female, his hands resting on her shoulder with a weak grasp on them and giving a small shake on them once he was done.

Purple eyes glared inside pale blue ones, hoping to see any sign his speech had worked.

Pontiac · 01-30-2011, 07:58 PM

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The sound of the slap echoed though the small den, her head twisted to where his hand had pushed her head. She was in shook that he had laid a hand on her to hurt her. White fingers quickly came to her own face as she looked at him, stunned that he had done something like that to her. What had she done to merit a slap across the face? Her blue eyes shimmered with the anger that she believed that he had earned to earn form smacking her in the face. Pontiac was a drama queen to a bit, she believe that the shadows would be the ones that would finally kill her, well that was if Naniko did not first over this forbid love afire that she had found her-self in. With a squeal like a pup the female glared at the grey male in front of her. ”Ouch” She pushed out her bottom lip as she looked at the male, the anger turned to confusion rather quickly. Her panic attack had not fully stopped but her breathing did somewhat return to somewhat normal.

His arms went around her after smacking her in the face, was he just as messed up as she was? Really first he smacked her and then he puts his arms around her hugging her while talking to her so sweetie. Itzal talked sweet words to her, but he had never smacked her across her face. He talked in words that she understood but though the misted of her panic attack the female was still un-sure who this male was, or even if she could trust him. ”No…you don’t understand. Naniko holds me to a higher level than she does anyone else. I have to be a role model and role models don’t fall in love and have sex with a member of the enemy pack.” The female felt dizzy and light headed, but she also knew that he had a point.

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Liev Morozov · 01-31-2011, 09:20 AM

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Short because yeah ><

He knew she was right in be mad. After all, he had just slapped her across the face, and they had just met. It wasn't right at all. Damn, it was plain crazy! But she wasn't going off her attack, so he had to do something.

And yet, there they were. She seemed to have calmed down, though she still had it carved in her mind that what she had done wasn't right.

"Oh, Pontiac, I understand you have to be a rolemodel, but as I said, Inferni is NOT our enemy! We killed one of their members because he was trespassing. Furthermore, it's not like we're at war, or anything!" he said, shaking her shoulders again. "i'm sure if we go and talk to Naniko, she'll understand! I know she's not unreasonable, and since she holds you so highly, I'm sure she'll hear you out! If you know her that well, you surely understand that!" He said, trying to make her see it wasn't that complicated.

Pontiac · 02-02-2011, 01:45 PM

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The tan and white female was not sure if the male understood the pickle that she had placed her-self in. She had nothing but shame to show her sister if it came to it. Pontiac was the type of wolf that would do anything to avoid any trouble, she would defend her pack lands but she would try to talk a stray out of leaving and using her physical strength would be the last thing that she would use. Pontiac wanted nothing more than peace though out the whole lands, and never for anyone to worry about shedding a drop of blood over anything, nor did she want anyone to have to play the silly games of he said she said. Pontiac was an old soul hippie in the body of a younger generation. ”You don’t understand the Inferni are crazy! They always seem to be at odds with another pack.” The female thought more about everything that happened and how she had fallen in love with Itzal, that was not her plans when she first meet the male. She closed her eyes as she whined softly; her heart was still torn as to what to do with that relationship. The grey male shook her at her shoulder, her whole body shook with the males shake. She opened her eyes and glared at the male, really was shaking her worth it? ”I’m hoping your right, but I’m sure she won’t be happy that I’ve given my-self to him, He..he’s different then the good boy that I thought I had loved before. “ Pontiac rubbed her hands together looking around the den as her eyes shifted around nervously. ”You don’t understand, Naniko has changed a lot since the last time we lived together.” It was the truth, Naniko was kind hearted out going and would give the fur off her back for any one, now she was open and loving to everyone in her family, but to non family members she had see it, she was almost cold.

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Liev Morozov · 02-13-2011, 03:21 PM

So sorry for the lateness... Tiny laptop with tinier keyboard make my wrists hurt ><

She was beginning to be more reasonable, but had the idea her actions were unforgivable was still quite firm on her mind. He sighed and shook his head. He didn't know how Naniko was before she created Anathema, but he knew she was nice enough to forgive that much. Perhaps...

"Pontiac, would you mind if I joined you when you went to talk to Naniko? I could help you along the way." He spoke with his deep, husky voice. If he helped her as a wingman of sorts, he could give her both emotional support and another mouth to talk on her behalf. He didn't hold much in ranks or trust towards the Angela, but he was quite aware of his eloquent skills.

"Trust me; the little I know about Naniko is that she is forgiving enough. Besides, aren't we all family? I take that Anathema is just one big family. And a family can't be a family if it stands apart from one another." The Russian said, purple eyes glinting with encouragement and support to the tan woman's cause.

He stepped back, placing his hands on his waist, and waved his head towards the exit of the room. The sooner they dealt with this, the quicker all parties would recover from the event. However, a tought came to his mind. "And... I'm sorry for me striking you. I really am. It's not like me, but you're panicking so much, I saw no other way for you snap out." He said, eyes lowering to the dirt in front of his toes. Tail close to his tighs, ears shfited backwards. It was a truly heart-felt apologie, but he could not think of a better way to express it but this.

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