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Caillen Winters · 05-25-2011, 09:07 AM

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He had watched the mountain melt away.

Winter had released its cold talons from the world he knew - A restrictive world, one that became shallow and fleeting. Loneliness had long since seeped into the back of the male's mind. He no longer thought, most of the time, he merely existed. Functioned. An animal, in the purest sense of the word.

The brute clung to the recesses of the civil world. He watched from his god-perch on the happening below. Sometimes, a dark man would enter his secret mountain world, but Caillen was not an aggressive nor territorial being by nature. He would merely watch as the Hunter came and went, never seen, never existing. He oversaw the movement of a small gathering of wolves that crossed his mountain from south to northwest, and when the dark man returned again, he left smells of a new place.

The thought of new scared Caillen. He had become fixated in his world, riveted to the purpose of being on the mountain, and being near to the woman he loved. In a way, she controlled him, as the baleful moon controls the restless sea - Always pulling, always. And wander as he might the scrawny and dangerous mountain terra, always he returned to the small cave near Inferni, and always, he waited for her.

She had not seen him since the event with the whore, the wretched woman who had fashioned him in her womb. He had known love for her once, but the loneliness and the betrayal had stolen that. The anger the male had felt was an emotion he blamed for all things - But it was an emotion, nonetheless, and his somewhat peaceful existence was bland without emotion. He hunted, killed and ate, but it was for the purpose of fueling large body and existing, always that and nothing more. Waiting. Waiting for her.

Many times, he considered calling for Talitha Lykoi. He had felt her body and remembered it, like one remembers sweet dreams - Vaguely, but tenderly. He knew that he wanted her again, wanted to hold her like that again. Loyalty existed for the woman with the bleeding eyes, if only she would think to reach out for it. Had she thought of him at all, while he rotted away on the mountain? Days slipped by like grieving years, and still he felt nothing.

Dusk was falling now, Caillen's dusk. He sat in his human-like form, absently carving small luperci figures into the wood of a large pine near to his den with the tip of a dry, but blood-stained antler. The tool had been sharpened for hunting purposes, but so to did it work in etching. The trees around the den, for many many strides, were all carved with similar depictions of a man and a woman running together.

Talitha de le Poer · 05-29-2011, 10:41 PM

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Her world had long since been colored with such wonderful experiences as loneliness and hate, leaving the dark princess shaped with her sense of longing for someone who could simply understand. Of course, upon reaching that destination, she was so unwilling to accept it. How could she? How could she, self-important daughter of a monster-King, admit her affection for the vagrant wolf of the gold-furred whore of the dog pack? It simply wasn't possible, not in the fragile mind of the de le Poer. She had since embraced the name of her father and his father before him, of wolves and not coyotes, yet she still found herself incapable of acceptance in regards to the cousin-species that ruined the earth with their presence. All of her hatred could not keep her away, however. Caillen rotted in the mountains without his lover's presence, and she had made him suffer long enough. It was time to return to the arms of the wolfdog — his mother's touch had faded from the ruddy features of his midnight Queen.

She didn't tell Ezekiel she was leaving, nor would she have had he asked; though they had grown apart, she did not trust her golden brother to simply allow his sunset twin to roam the world freely without consequence. He had followed her for so long, after all, and he had made it so very clear that she would not leave Inferni while he was Aquila. Running off into the shadows to meet the man who had managed to capture a part of her cold, hypocritical heart was certainly wrong of her, and so she fled without permission and without thought to allow Ezekiel know where his sister disappeared to.

In silence, she ascended the mountainous peaks, crimson eyes paying no mind to the unnecessary until the sight of carved markings upon the trunks of trees came into her view. She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see the depictions there; it was surprising to see what was clearly a male and female together. A snort escaped her nose. "This is why you've been too busy to come and see me?" Her voice was not cold, nor angry, but laced with the satiny tones of jest as her eyes sought out the doggish features of her sometimes lover; once they rested upon the slate fur of the larger male, she approached and reached one gentle hand out to rest upon his back.

Caillen Winters · 06-05-2011, 11:05 PM

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It was as he finished etching the curls of her hair into the supple bark, that the woman's voice swelled out into the air behind him. Caillen had been aware of her approach into the glade - Loneliness had provided him with keen hearing. But so many times the male had imagined that sound, the light foot-fall on scattered leaf matter, the scent that was purely hers alone, that he no longer trusted such sounds to be real.

Her voice, however, proved substance; He turned sharply, the antler still held to the bark even as hypothermia blue eyes looked the woman up and down. It was she - His Talitha, come at last. For a long moment, the male spoke no words in return to her jest. With a fierce concentration, he used the sharpest antler tip to finish carving a wavy, curled line on the stick-figure Luperci woman's head to represent that mass of red hair that he had such fondness for. Then he rose, using the tree for support as legs had cramped slightly for having been sitting so long.

He was taller than her, and much larger. It was Caillen's size that made him a marked man - His appearance as a machine built perfectly for combat. But the de le Poer woman would know the kindness within the wayward man's soul, the bittersweet gentleness of the giant. Again his eyes devoured her. "Talitha," Came the rusty croak of an accented tone used so sparingly it was almost forgotten, lost deep in his throat beyond the place where the animal noises came from. The trees around showed his obsessive love for the woman, and also the details of his life; A eulogy written in bark and desperation.

Caillen took a step nearer to her, wary of the woman, for her temper was an unpredictable and beautiful thing. One large hand reached for her slender frame, wanting to reassure himself that her being was indeed corporal, not something imagined by the sickest parts of his withering sanity.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-06-2011, 01:24 AM

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It was such a sad, pathetic sight. Her handsome Romeo, the man who had kept her interest for so long despite their limited contact, had been reduced to a lump of loneliness. For a moment, she suffered guilt on his behalf — it was she, fiery temptress, who created the mindless giant. She who had not catered to his social needs, she who had used him for his body and cast him away for weeks on end, had crafted a madman in his own right. As he rose from his place, towering above his coyote princess, she merely watched. It never failed to surprise the de le Poer that this Winters male was so large; his mother was nothing frightful to see, but the whore's son was magnificent. Even in comparison to the men of her world, to strong Gabriel and swift Ezekiel, Caillen was a behemoth. In truth, it was tantalizing — he had all the power to harm her, but she remained the controlling force.

He spoke her name, rusted voice clearly having not been used for some time, and it brought a smile to the lips of his secret lover. Crimson eyes avoided his art; she did not wish to see what was so plain before her, for her hateful ways would not allow it. They would, however, allow his touch. As a large hand reached for her, she moved ever closer, prepared to embrace the man for the first time in so long. Certainly allowing a touch could do no harm, perhaps even gentle caresses of the ruddy fur she gained from her mother — she was harmless. "You stayed away." This time, as she spoke, there was no playful flirtation; there was only painful ice, cold words that echoed the disappointment she felt. She couldn't mean so little that the handsome wolfdog had forgotten her, could she? Oh, of course not, for the love she siphoned from him had drained his ability to leave her. Though she could not fathom the concept, Talitha had proven to be a commanding force in many a life of a man, going so far as to keep her own brother on his toes for so long as he sought the daughter of sundown in the wilderness of Nova Scotia.

Feminine fingers found the plush fur of his chest as she allowed the delicate hands to find their way about his shoulders; though it was a reach, she was content in allowing her slighter form to rest against the hulking mass that made up Caillen Winters, turning on siren charm for the benefit of her lost friend.

Caillen Winters · 06-06-2011, 02:23 AM

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She was a siren by blood, singing men to their doom. He, the hapless sailor, had already fallen far too deep into her lovely song to ever pull free from the madness it created. Had she in turn begun to love him? The loneliness carved deep etches into his insides, twisting them into a fake image of her. His soul belonged to Talitha now - If only she knew the depths of this madness.

For now, he could be content with loving her, with the soft feel of her fur beneath his rough palms. The sharpened antler was placed into the small strap around his thigh, and that hand moved to meet its twin on her silky body.

Again she spoke, and the woman's words were poisoned. The gentle Goliath cringed visibly, as though the chastising tone of her voice burned in his floppy ears. "I could nae come tae you," the gravely voice whispered, his face filled with sorrow for the truth of it. "You know I would hae," So often he had thought of it - Of walking past those horrible, gaping skulls and finding his lover once more. When the loneliness had almost become too much to bear, and the night stretched on eternally, he had thought of going to her. But always, the remains slivers of rationality prevented it.

Wanting her body closer, wanting to absorb her and never be alone again, his hand slightly tightened their grip on her waist. "I cannae stop... Stop thinking of you," The words were hissed behind his gritted teeth, as blood ran hot in the wolfdog's veins. The witch had cast a spell on him.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-07-2011, 11:54 PM

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Oh, he couldn't come to her, he claimed. Yes, she knew he would have. It was the fault of the dreadful skulls, the borders of the hateful kingdom she pushed farther into the past. That was why her vagabond prince had to stay away from her. Why did he continue his ever present love? Somewhere in the back of the Princess' mind, she couldn't answer. He knew what she was. He knew what she did. He knew all he needed to know in order to brand her a cruel queen, and yet he gave her love regardless. Had she not been preoccupied by the presence of the giant, she might have taken time to ponder such a thing; it was illogical, for love was a falsity that lead to ruin.

She released a sweet sigh onto the air as her Romeo's grip about her tightened, and fingers dug into the toned shoulders she clung to. His words left a smile on the de le Poer's cream jaws. "Maybe you aren't supposed to stop," she crooned, letting her face rest upon the plush fur of his chest. She couldn't imagine what would happen were he to stop his thoughts of her, as lustful or disgusted as they might be. With a twist of her slight form, she removed herself from his grasp, reaching for the nearest hand and giving it the most gentle of tugs. He followed easily as she stepped backwards to his mountain home. "Maybe you're never supposed to think of anything else, dear prince."

Caillen Winters · 06-08-2011, 12:38 AM

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Her mood changed like the mountain winds - Restlessly, as though there was intent behind something that seemed so fickle. He loved her for her wildness, for the sharp poison of her tongue and the warmth that could be found within her bleeding eyes. Such warmth; It would burn him, he knew, burn away his flesh until all she could hold was his beating heart.

The woman's croons soothed his obvious unease - Much like the stag creature which his blood worshipped, Talitha's gentle tones could calm the beast. He shifted his weight impatiently, filled with an energy now that she had come to him - Not knowing when she might leave, and how long he would have to rot in loneliness and creeping insanity until she came back into his arms again.

She twisted away from his grasp, and Caillen mourned her touch instantly. Allowing himself to be led, the giant followed her obediently, like a bull led by his nose-ring. Her words taunted his waiting ears, but he heard them only as truths. She was the center of his universe now - The last remaining attachment to the civil creature he had once been.

The gentle solitude of his den surrounded them with its cold stone walls. A pile of furs, messily made and mostly ripped, lay scattered across the floor - Having never learned to skin a creature properly, he had fast grown sick of his failed attempts. The antler dagger was not suitable for such work, and his large hands and wicked claws were always too clumsy to do so efficiently.

Again, he reached for her, but in silence and darkness this time. His body sought what words could not provide - Total assurance of her being, their existing together. He had waited so long for her.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-08-2011, 10:27 AM

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Short, derp. Yay for the naughty time. Faded out.

Talitha was so often one of pretty words and careful fog that her sudden and unreasoned determination surprised her. Lust had never been an integral part of the de le Poer's life; sure, she'd been with other men, but lust was not the word for it; with Caillen, however, it seemed ever present. Crimson eyes remained on him as they meander past his carved trees, drinking in the face of the behemoth she knew could never be truly part of her world. Despite this, he stayed for her. He wanted her. He loved her. And both knew that it was simply not capable of being.

That was fact that couldn't be changed, and she had no desire to dwell on it once inside of the cool den. There wasn't much there; poorly-made furs littered most of the region, but they would serve their purpose. As he reached for the petite Princess, she drew him to the ground, to the ruined furs that lay there. It was no longer time for gentle words or innocent caresses. Her body shifted to accommodate his needs, clawed fingers finding their place in the flesh of his back — everything was made better with her lover's presence.

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