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Keese · 03-16-2011, 10:07 AM

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Like stone, the silver wolf sat crouched still and silent. Watching. Waiting. Wondering when he would be lucky enough catch sight of her. Keese had been sure that she would come to him. Had the males not told her of their encounters? He questioned silently as a white finger absently came up to run along the thin scar over his brow. If he had his way, he would see that the black armed male would pay for marking him. Even if the mark would fade with time. Though unbeknownst to him, that particular male was well out of reach and far from the pack lands. No longer one of his queen's guard dogs.

The past weeks had been trying for the lone wolf. The snows had left him stranded in what ever wallow he could find as it had flowed endlessly from the sky. Only for the wind to scatter it in blinding blows that made it impossible for the stranger to navigate the lands that were still unfamiliar to him. Once the snow fall had stopped though, he found the blizzard left him with a great advantage. The packs would be too busy taking care of their own to notice a single lone trespasser and scent markers too far buried to give adequate warning. Giving him the perfect excuse had he been discovered as he had explored the territory that his queen supposedly called home. For now.

The cabin had been tricky to find the first time. Roofless and buried in drifts of snow over half way up its walls, but her handy work was unmistakable. While the dwelling had been abandoned during the storm he knew she would eventually return and so every few days he returned, slipping in and out between the rather regular border patrols. He was sure to take an obscure route. Staying away from the well worn paths that were used by the pack.

His diligence would eventually pay off and it wasn't long on this particular morning before he saw the amber hues of the Harleigh woman as approached the walls of her cabin and began to pull away the leathers that covered the bundled foliage that was once her roof. He watched her for a few moments, over coming the nerves he felt before he found his way to his feet. Straightening the leather duster on his shoulders he began to close the couple hundred yards between them. She would see him, he knew, but he also knew she was not a creature to sneak up on. The distance shrank to a few yards before she finally looked up and took notice of his presence. The surprise was clear to read on her face and he smiled back warmly. Her brows furrowed as he grew closer. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Tension laced her voice but he thought little of it. It wasn't as if she had left on good of terms after all. "I could ask you the same." He retorted, for these lands, as well as their inhabitants were far from earning his approval. This was no place for his lady.

His steps took him beyond the boundary of three paces that all were to keep from Anann (having no reason to think she might abandon such customs). A rule that had never applied to him. A privilege he took full advantage of. She eyed him a bit suspiciously as he approached, but he shrugged it off. His hand still reach for one of hers, which she reluctantly gave and though she resisted against him at first he pulled her to him, looking up slightly to meet her umber hued eyes. "What do you want, Keese?" "You know what I want." His other hand came up to finger at the strands of mane she had allowed to grow in his absence. A sign, whether she was aware of it or not, that she had left her warring days behind. His other arm wrapped around her, holding close. Though she was tense and giving in to the embrace as she once had. "These lands," he started his voice heavy and luring like a honey sweetened venom as his fingers toyed with a curl of her hair, "you don't belong here. It's time to come home, Anann. Time to be done with this foolishness and take you proper place." His hand moved to brush against her cheek but she turned away and placed her own hand at his chest in an effort to push him away. Though he still held her.

"I told you, I'm not going back."

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Anatoliy Russo · 03-19-2011, 05:40 PM

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Winter felt like it was starting to give up it's hard handed rule on the land. It was getting muddier, even though occasionally snow still fell on them. It was not as cold as it was before, but it was still cold enough that the occasional warming of the ground would make it muddy going, but most often, still, the ground was hard. Mornings heralded frost still, but there was no doubt; it was getting warmer. But Anatoliy loved it so much; it was nicer for him, warmer than home. Not nearly as warm as perhaps the places he had almost visited, but it was still nice for him to enjoy it. And he had someone who he could wrap his arms around when enjoying the world. Anatoliy was smiling as he walked back to their cabin, holding a cloth sack of smoked meat he had made while out on his hunting trip. Normally, he would have done it at home, but he had gotten lucky and decided to do it all there. So he had been gone longer than he liked.

The fact that Anatoliy did not drop the bag when he saw Anann in the arms of another man, was a testament to his self control. Especially since that man was the one he had met and throttled a bit in Halifax. His easy grin faded and he tightened his grip on the bag, hand almost instinctively hovering near his belt knife. From what he had noticed of that stranger, it was clear to him who was the offender here. His woman was definitely not the one who had initiated things. She even looked uncomfortable. Anatoliy saw her hands on his chest, tense, as though she were trying to nudge him away but he seemed to not notice. That was when he almost drew his knife. No, not yet. There was no threat yet. Suddenly the necklace in his pocket felt heavy, as though it were tainted by this other man's presence.

"You better let go of zhe voman," he growled out at the edge of some trees. His free hand was resting on his waist, close to the knife attached to his belt. It would be all too easy to pull it out and utilize it. "She said she vould not go vith you, so vhy don't you just step avay?" he said again, cocking his head while glaring at Keese, his tone full of anger.

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Anann Kelevra · 03-24-2011, 11:09 AM

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ramblerambleramble, didn't repeat the dialog cause thought itd be more confusing than anything. Replies from here on out should be shorter o.o and I was gonna reply with Keese too, but now I dont see any point.

So much could change in a year. Anann no longer thought of what had been. What might have been, had she never left. What she had now was so much more that there was no sense in looking behind her anymore. Forgotten were the days when she had worried if she had made the right decision and longed for the company of those that had been left behind. Forgotten the loneliness and slight sense of rejection that had burdened her heart when Keese had refused, rather adamantly, to follow her to a new life.

So it was quite the shock when she caught sight of a figure from her past on horizon, within the packlands no less. At first all she could do was stare, mouth agape. Anann had not wanted to believe her eyes. Not wanting to believe that she had tracked down after so long. Now that she had fully settled into her new life. For a long moment it felt as if the heart in her chest was frozen and still. The air in her lung caught in her chest; forgetting how it might leave and making her chest feel tight under the pressure as she watched the familiar figure close the distance between them. Why? Why now? Now that she had moved on. If she was not worth abandoning everything for then what possibly could have changed?

Her ears fell back as he came closer. What felt to be too close as his hand sought hers and pulled her reluctantly into his arms. Her mind flooded with thoughts and alarm bells ringing in her ears. Had he come alone? She saw no one else. Where was Toliy? Thankful for the moment that he was not here. Afraid of what might unfold if he were to stumble onto such a scene.

It took few words to shed light on what brought Keese so far from home. Nothing but his greed. Nothing had changed; he had not changed. For it was not her that he wanted. Not really. No, all he wanted was the power and influence he would gain from their coupling. In his absence she had learned what true love was and what it was to be loved. It was something they had never truly shared. He loved only himself and what she could help him become. It was a realization she had been slow to come to over the years and only now could she see it so clearly.

Anann did well to hide the torment she felt. Unsure of what his presence meant for the life she had built here. Her stony facade giving her the cold and calculating look of the Anann that once been. But unlike the Anann that had carried the Harleigh name the Kelevra woman was not two steps ahead. Though it was when that accented voice she knew so well cut through the air that her strength to endure fell apart. No! Heart leapt in her chest as if it wished to leave the bony cage. Shock and concern were the first emotions to cross over the dark brown of her eyes as they darted from angry face of her lover to the hand the hovered close to his belt and back again, giving him a slight, subtle shake of her head. But it was shame she felt most distinctly. It burned at her cheeks and twisted her innards. To be caught as she was in the arms of another man. Even if it was not her doing she still felt ashamed and she could not even bring herself to meet Anatoliy's eyes, even if it was not her at which he glared.

She felt caught in the middle as Keese's hold on her strengthened and she could feel him bristle against her; a snarl rising in his chest. "You!" He growled, "mind your own business. The woman can take care of herself." Turning his attention back to the woman he held captive in his arms. "Who is he, Anann? Who is this mongrel?" His words were intense, demanding and he nearly shook her as if it would get him answers faster. "A friend. You're being ridiculous, Keese. The first words left her tongue reluctantly and she could not bring herself to look at Toliy to see the damage they might have done. She tried again to pull away, her hand still at his chest. He gripped her so tightly she was starting to feel his claws dig into her arm. "Let go, you're hurting me." The words were a warning and not a pleading cry as they might have left any other woman's lips. "Don't forget that you are trespassing, mind your manners." She scolded him, reminding him of his place here and at last shoving him away.

Anatoliy Russo · 04-03-2011, 10:09 PM

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It did sting that Anann called him just a friend. But then again, they had never really pronounced each other more than anything other than friends that loved each other. There was nothing official between them and that made it difficult. Humans had the terms dating and boyfriend, girlfriend. Luperci did not, and it was not something like that. Either you were mated or not, that was the end of it. But at least she could have called him her lover or something. But she did not. Maybe it was the man to whom she said it that affected her judgment or choice of words, but Anatoliy still felt it sting. He pushed away his hurt at her words, focusing the emotions into anger at the man who was holding his woman, his woman.

"Didn't you hear me? I said let go of zhe voman," he growled harshly, baring his white teeth. "Her business is my business, too. Now let go of her, you son of a bitch," he cursed, so unlike himself. Anatoliy's hand had not drawn the knife, but he was so close to pulling it out and baring down on the man with it. Anann pushed the other man away and the Russo felt slight relief in that she was cold to the other man. "Who said you could come on zhese lands? Ve can call zhe King and he vill stand by me vhen I say you should be chased out." His threat was empty. Anatoliy did not need Vigilante to get rid of this bastard. He had his knife and his strength. Anatoliy was not afraid of Keese, but of what the man would do to Anann's emotions.

"I knew you'd find her," he remarked bitterly. His visage still angry. "But I did not zhink you'd be stupid enough to come uninvited." He pulled out his knife at last, growling. "So how about you turn around and valk avay from here?"

Keese · 04-06-2011, 07:32 PM

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Yes! Toliy needs an angry table! Anann next and his last comment will make more sense then xD

Before that damned accented voice had cut through the air Keese had hoped to reason with the amber woman. He knew would never beable to force her to return. He was not that foolish, but he had hoped to convince her that it would be best for all that she return to her rightful place and restore order. Before Tosawi was destroyed by the chaos and constant turmoil as the struggle for supreme power continued. But now that the male, that hybrid, had interrupted things all Keese's mind could think of was putting the mongrel in his place. The very sight of him sent his hackles bristling and a growl treating to crawl up his throat.

He wanted laugh. Who could this fool think he was that Anann or anything concerning the woman that was to be his mate was any of his business? He had no right sticking his nose in their business, not a man of his breed. "Your business? You business?! How is my mate any of your business?" He challenged. Perhaps it was not official, not yet, but she was his. She had always, would always be his. On that there was no compromise.

Perhaps if Anann had not been present the others threats would have held some meaning. But as it was he simply smirked in the face of the angered male, gloating. Yes, he had found her and there had never been any doubt that there he would. His gloating smirk was soon stopped, though it had nothing to do with the Russian and everything to do with the sudden change in Anann's demeanor. Now there was the woman he knew. Time had let her grow soft, but at her core the queen still lived. "And here I thought you said you had no leash," he mocked with amusement lacing his voice.

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Anann Kelevra · 04-08-2011, 10:27 AM

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It felt as if her world was crashing down around her and all she could do was bare witness to it's destruction. Keese's claim to her only intensified the shameful burning in her gut and the tightening in her heart. She wanted to deny it, to tell Anatoliy that the silver male lied. But there was truth to his words, even if they were grossly exaggerated. But she could not. She could not bring herself to take any action that would reveal her relationship with Toliy for what it really was. She could only hope that Anatoliy would not say something himself that would let Keese piece it together, if he had not already. There was nothing, nothing she could do to control the damage of Keese's words, not without further jeopardizing that which she loved most.

Her composure was beginning to crack and her distress beginning to show through for any of those that knew her well enough to pick up on the signs. The normally strong and proud woman felt small and insignificant as she was caught between the bristling males. She had grown so weak, if not in body, in spirit and mind. She had grown soft. Emotions she had once had an iron grip on now left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He knew?! What? How? The words had hit hard, eyes that had been averted in shame now glared at her lover in a terrible mix of shock and horror. It was like a slap in the face. How, how could he have known? How, why had he kept this from her. Her mind reeled and the last of her control nearly slipped through her fingers. It was the glint of steel being drawn that snapped the woman out of her downward spiral. She needed control of this situation and she needed it now. It was as if a switched had been flipped. "Stand down, Anatoliy." It was an order and her voice demanded his obedience. Never had she ever taken such a tone with him. Never had she demanded anything from him. "You will stay out of this!" Her eyes were cold as she glared at him, as if daring him to disobey her. The emotions that had reflected clearly in their surface moments ago now tightly locked away and out of view. At Keese's snide comment she elbowed him roughly in ribs causing an audible umph to leave his lungs and practically doubling him over. "And you, she snarled at the other, "I said mind your manners.

Anatoliy Russo · 04-15-2011, 11:42 AM

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Anatoliy growled at the man, the sound rumbling in his throat, waiting to be unleashed in a flurry of fangs. He wanted to run his skinning knife into the other man's flesh and twist for the lies the man spewed like poison. "She is not your voman. Not your mate. Vhat a good mate you are, if she left you so easily." He bit back a biting remark that Anann had left her ties and then found Toliy. A mutt in the eyes of this bastard. Anatoliy was half wolf, almost have coyote, and a small percentage dog. Oh, he was definitely a mongral. But he knew he was better for Anann and a better man. Even if he was younger. He was not pleased though that this monster came and found them. Why did he come? The Russo gripped the knife tighter, the worn grip almost rough against his palm.

Anann's voice made his entire visage changed to surprise. That tone was not one she had ever used with him. It was not a comforting one. She seemed angry at him. Why? He was defending her, them! He drew his knife on the man for his honor, her honor, their safety. But this seemed wrong. Why would she speak to him that way? He returned her hard look, worry building in his gut. Did she still love him? Anatoliy bit his lip, face still rigid with anger but he did not answer her order. The knife was still drawn and his heart was tearing. But then Keese spoke and the Russo turned to the other man. "Shut up," he growled, itching to at least nick the mans ear.

The Russian turned to Anann, eyes still hard but almost pleading with her. "Anann, let's go." His request was not a command; he wouldn't stoop so low as to order his love around. She had a will and that was why he stomached her order. But he did not obey it.

Keese · 04-17-2011, 06:34 PM

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Ivory ips curled back to bare yellowed fangs at the other male. A deep, resonating growl tore through his chest as the other refuted his claim to Anann. He was tired of this hybrid’s insolence.”She is MINE,” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth in testament to his outrage. The guard hairs along his spine and shoulders stood fully erect, quivering with his anger. Though as much as he might try to stretch upward he would could ever gain a dominating height over either Anann or this male, but he could still lift his nose, ears pressed forward. ”Have you not noticed that even she does not even bother to deny it?” An ivory hand gestured in the golden woman’s direction. ”Anann has always, will always be mine and I would kill any other that would lay hands upon her.” His other hand clinched in a fist, itching to reach for the buck knife strapped to his belt at the back waist of his pants. Anann’s warning to his manners was all the kept him from pulling the blade. He was no were near as skilled as Anann with a weapon, or even without. But he knew how to handle himself and had a tenacity for fighting dirty. It was shame really that she would not allow for blood to be spilt in her name. He knew it would be pointless to attempt an assault on the man here and now. Anann would not just stand and bare witness to their brawl if it were to come to that. In time he would make sure that this male would pay for getting in his way.

Though as Anann ordered the other man to stand down that arrogant smirk reappeared. His anger subdued by his amusement. Relishing the look of shock and confusion that spread across the hybrid’s face, the fool. Surely he did not think that he could have Anann for himself? He had always known the amber hued woman was a temptress. A flirt and a tease, though she thought her actions harmless. He doubted she even realized that she had set her hooks in this male. But he could see it. In the way he looked at her now. In the way he defended her, even disobeying her order. Oh, the fool. He would have laughed, had it not been for the unexpected blow to his ribs. He gasped, hand grasping at his assaulted ribs as he tried to regain his breath that had been forced out. ”Perhaps you should worry more about calling off that fucking dog than my manners,” he hissed, yellow eyes glaring the Cinnamon pelted man. Fuck that had hurt.

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Anann Kelevra · 04-17-2011, 08:28 PM

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It hurt her more than it did him. To take that tone with him. To treat him as if he was nothing more than her subordinate. But that was all he could be, Keese must never know that he had ever been more. She would not let her love be the one thing that endangered Anatoliy and she would not let him have any part in this. This was her problem, her fight. And for now she did not have to fake the anger that she felt, for she truly felt betrayed that he had not told her of his earlier encounter with Keese. All of this could have been avoided. She could have dealt with this alone. She would deal with this alone. It was the only way. She only hoped that one day he might understand. That one day he might forgive her.

His request tugged at the strings of her heart, the pleading in his eyes threatened to break through her stony facade. ”No.” Her single word answer was firm, resolute as she turned her back to him. Knowing that her resolve would not hold out if she continued to look into those golden eyes. ”Don’t make me repeat myself.” She acted cold and uncaring, unable to let either of the men to see how she was tearing out her own heart with the act.

Her attention then turned to the silver male, still clasping his side. She gave a huff of displeasure. "You look like shit." There was more gray to his muzzle than she remembered. Keese had once been densely muscled, but now he looked almost gaunt in comparison. The journey had not been easy on him "How many? How many did you bring with you? Where are they?" She doubted he would come alone. Such was not his style, for he almost always had at least his own personal detail with him.

Anatoliy Russo · 04-18-2011, 12:33 PM

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This was all hurting so much that Anatoliy did the only thing he knew to do. As much as it burned on his heart, he let his visage grow cold and hard, his voice filling with more sarcastic tones to match the haughty voice this impudent, idiotic loud-mouth let spill past those yellowing chops of his. But the Russo could not help but feel weak because of the way Anann was treating him in this man's presence. It made no sense. Why this man? What was the point of this desception? What harm could this degenerating wolf do against the two of them? Anann... Was this her weakness peeking through?

Anatoliy cocked his head, glaring from a golden eye at Keese. "Hardly, little man." Anatoliy snickered at the man, knowing there was an age difference between them but the height, weight, and strength difference were far more dramatic. The Rusdo had not been as strong as he had fresh off the ship but he had not grown gaunt. The man's strength was still considerable. Keese ought to kiss his ass if Keese wanted to keep his arms unbroken for touching Anann. Well, that and calling him a dog. "Zhere is more dog in your attitude zhen in my blood." He smirked at the grey wolf, snickering at his attempts to dominate.

"He vas alone," said the brown hued male said softly, remembering only this bastard in the city. "All zhere vas vas him." Anatoliy hoped it was just Keese. He did not want more blood on his hands.

Keese · 04-18-2011, 11:56 PM

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Pale, yellow eyes glared at the hybrid male with loathing. A loud Hmph! with another upward thrust of his nose was all Keese had in return to the cheap shot that was made to his size. The fool. If he wanted to think that greater size gave him the upper hand then he would let him. That’s right, underestimate me. You’ll get yours you fucking mutt. Fists clinched at his sides, thinking of the satisfaction that would come from spilling his blood. It was enough for a smirk to begin to pull at his lips. Though their line grew straight and hard as he noticed the own man’s smirk, further fueling his anger. Even if it seemed that Anann had reined in her pet for the moment.

Looking to Anann, now that she had turned her back to the male, his gaze softened. He gave a half hearted laugh at her comment to his rough appearance. ”It’s good to see you too, Anann.” An ivory hand reached out, hoping that she might offer him one painted in hues of honey. Seconds ticked by and it remained empty. With a sigh he it fall heavily back to his side. ”I had hoped you would be happy to see me. You did ask me to come with you after all..” Little did he know that Anann’s emotional circuit had been blown and this was hardly the time to attempt to toy with emotions he had long ago left to dwindle and fade. ”There is no one else, Darling. No one else could be spared and I am not to return,” He stepped towards her, reaching for her again. Trying to usher her into his arms. ”Not unless you have changed your mind and wish to return with me.”

Before Anann had a chance to cut off Keese’s advance, the silver male stopped anyways. A growl growing in his chest as once again that accented voice cut through the air again. ”Why are you still here?” He snarled. ”Why don’t you do yourself a favor buddy, huh? Go find yourself a bitch in heat!” Anann was his and he would not have this mutt continuing to pant after her as he seemed to be. What other reason could this male, and the black armed male he had also met, have for defending her so defiantly? Why else wouldn’t he just bugger off?

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Anatoliy Russo · 04-23-2011, 04:15 PM

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There was pure anger in the Russo eyes as the other man cooed out his venomous words of affection to Anann, making him grip his skinning knife even tighter. What right had he to talk to her like this with Anatoliy right in front of them both? Where did he get off? It was as though he had his own twisted idea of how the world was and this other wolf, taller and stronger, before him was not a player in his drama. Lips started pulling up above his teeth, baring them to the stranger who touched Anann so casually, so easily as though what he said was true still. Anatoliy acknowledged that it was true once, but she was here now, with him, so why was she letting him carry on so?

But then Keese turned to him and his disgusting honey sweet words shifted to something more akin to his true personality; poison. Anatoliy's look shifted from anger to rage so strong that the Russo shot his hand without thinking at the other man. It grappled the other man's throat, surprising him with a repeat of his first grab at him in Halifax. His knife was all but forgotten in his other hand as the taller man hissed at Keese, "I only see vone bitch in heat here and I'm looking at her." Anatoliy was growling at Keese, teeth bared and his anger very evident. "You shouldn't be so cocky on somevone else's land," he growled, trying to cause the man to squirm further in his grasp.

Keese · 04-26-2011, 08:18 PM

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Antagonizing the hybrid mutt was a temptation that Keese was unable to resist. Larger and stronger he might be, but Keese's arrogance and pompous attitude kept him from seeing the danger in it. Anann presence only served to intensify the confidence he felt. Besides, it was worth it just to watch the man behave like the dog he was, struggling to get past the end of his chain. The enmity that radiated of the Russian only made Keese all the more smug. Fueling his ridiculous ego like the envy he perceived it to be.

Though he would be quite disappointed. Oh he had wanted to other man to come at him. He longed for it. Only so that he could enjoy the look on the male's face as Anann shut him down. But as rage crossed the Russian's face the was no time to enjoy any of it before he felt that iron grip around his throat once more. Shocked, he glanced accusingly at Anann. What the hell, why was she just standing there? Was she just going to let this piece of trash man handle him?

He could feel the growl that rose from his chest vibrate against the hand the held him. His own fangs bared in return. Yellow eyes darted to the knife held in the other's hand though returned quickly to the face of his assailant as soon as he saw it was not being put to purpose. "This again?" He taunted. "Let me go you fuckin' Cur!" A white hand pulled at the arm holding him while the other made ready to pull his buck knife. "You haven't got it in you," he challenged, a smirk pulling at his lips. He had been here before and he had walked away then. He had no reason to fear this man, this guard dog.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-07-2011, 09:59 PM

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"Zhis fucking cur has your zhroat in his hands. I zhink you should not tempt him from clawing out your jugular vein," he answered coldly, squeezing slightly on the throat between his fingers. Keese ought to consider himself a lucky bastard that he had chosen to keep his claws from digging past the pelt and into the tender skin behind it. Anatoliy did not feel confident that he would have kept his cool and not killed the man straight out with his fingers so close to ending this infuriating charade. "I don't need to have it. I don't vant it. I don't vant to be like you, you bastard," he cursed, knowing that Keese was one of those men who would easily kill a man without blinking or having a care for in the world. Anatoliy was not a killer, and he would not even kill those who really did seem to deserve to die. Not under his hand, no.

He gave a hard shove with the man's throat in his grasp, hoping to knock him to his ass. If it happened, good, more embarrassment for him. If not, well maybe the man would be enraged enough to be foolish enough to test his strength. It would be a futile exercise but still, Anatoliy would gladly let fists fly. He wanted Keese laid low but he would not be the one to kill him. "I don't vant to see your disgusting face, spirit-mutt," he spat coldly, balling up his fist as he put his knife away in his belt, and clenching his other hand. "Don't start somezhing you cannot vin."

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Even though the grip at his throat tightened Keese only snarled back with more force. The act of doing so almost making him choke on the vibrating sound. The distorted sound his only response as his grip on the arm that held him tightened. His own claws pressed tightly to the other's skin. This man was strong, he could not deny that, but that still didn't make him anything more than a barking dog. The strong, controlled grip at his throat lacked the sharp pressure of claws and so it lacked any real threat to the silvered male. If he had it in him he would have done so in the ruined city and so his threats held little meaning. It was too bad. He wished this son of a bitch would give him reason to pull his knife and left it find his flesh. Just the thought of it made his lips curl in delight, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at this man who dared to stand in his way.

The sharp thrust to his throat cut off the rumbling sound and in his resistance to the shove Keese only succeeded in further choking himself. To add further insult to it all he landed hard on his ass, choking and gasping. His face twisting in rage as gathered his breath. "Too fucking bad!" He snarled as he pulled his feet under him. "You want rid of me you're going to have to bloody those hands." Unable to stand anymore insult from a fucking mongrel Keese launched himself at the much larger male, aiming for his torso. Hoping to tackle the other man. He didn't go for blood, not with Anann standing right there. It was all he could do to keep his fangs from seeking flesh.

Anann Kelevra · 05-15-2011, 10:27 PM

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emotionally shut off Anann is hard to write for :c

She had told the arrogant fool to watch his manners. The fact he was trespassing was violation enough, but no he had continued to push his luck. And if the insults to Anatoliy's mixed heritage weren't enough he attempted wooing her as if nothing had changed, right in from of the true holder of her heart. It was a testament to the Russian's self control that he kept his hands from the pompous male as long as he had. So it was fully deserved when the larger of the two males grabbed the other by the throat. She had warned him and he had continued to run his mouth so she felt no need to interfere unless things got out of hand. It was not a squabble over her, which she would not have allowed, but a matter of blatant disrespect at this point.

Still it had made the woman nervous and she watched both men carefully for any sign that things were escalating out of control. Watching for subtle changes in posture that told of emanate attack. She assumed Keese would have his knife as he often did. A glance at his right arm and how it was poised at the ready confirmed such thoughts. Umber eyes darted between than hand ready and waiting and the hand belonging to the other that already held a blade. A deep sigh of relief came when Anatoliy shoved Keese to the ground, ignoring his taunts for blood and sheathing his knife.

Her relief was short lived as Keese suddenly lunged. Her head tilted back as she sent out a short and urgent call for the king before moving to try and separate the two enraged males. She had let this go on long enough, but she was not sure she would beable to sufficiently separate the two males on her own for long enough or great enough of a distance for the situation to be diffused. Just as importantly she needed his permission to allow Keese to stay where she would beable to keep an eye on him.

Anatoliy Russo · 06-15-2011, 12:10 AM

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if this thread were a period, it'd be so pregnant

He had sheathed his knife and he had made his final statements. But the bastard man did not want to back down. Venom ran from his mouth like some blood curled froth and the Russo had no choice but to keep a watch on him. Except his true focus was Anann, and he turned to her, taking a few steps at her as he tried to smile. "Anann.. are you okay? Did he-" But his words were cut off as he heard the other man speak, ears twitching at the insults. He had half turned toward him when the grey beast had lunged himself into the tall Russian. Naturally, Anatoliy had been caught so unaware that he stumbled to a knee a little bit away. He had thrown off the man, but he was clutching his side in silence as gold eyes burned with raging fire.

Anatoliy kept his knife away; he would not bloody it with a fool's life, even if it was obvious it had to end. Blood would not be on his hands; it would be on someone else's, someone with the authority to end a life like that. It would not be on him, never on him. The only lives he took were the lives of the fish and of the animals he hunted to keep his own lifeblood running.

"Your life is not mine to take, zhough how I vould love to vatch zhem rip your heart out." Someone ought to. The most Anatoliy would do is make the pickings easier. The Russo rose to full height, then lunged at the other man, trying to grab for his knife hand, to disable it or to fling it away. Anann rushed at them, trying to pull them apart, but he tried to skirt her, to keep her from getting hurt. He would not have her injured here; it was not her he wanted dead. He wanted her alive and by his side.

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