alone i break

Anann Kelevra · 07-22-2011, 03:33 PM

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Soft fingers of light filtered through the cracks in weathered wooden structure. Breaking up the darkness as they illuminated the fine particles that floated through the stagnant air of the enclosed building. The buzzing of an insects wings hummed in the air and an amber ear twitched as the fly landed momentary on its ridge only to immediately take to the air again. Buzzing around the prone form only to land again and once more be shaken away. The she-wolf lifted her head from the cool concrete. Pink tongue licked gingerly at the raw, broken skin on her fore legs. The motion accompanied by the metallic clink of the rusted chain bound around her neck.

The lips of her muzzle had also been worn raw and bleeding. The tender flesh swelled at the abuse and lack of care. Thirst finally drove the beast to its feet. Every muscle in her body aching with the effort of bring her hulking secui form to its feet. The water was days old. The surface littered with the small carcasses of the few winged insects that had ventured to its surface and found it inescapable and a thin layer of grimy filth coated its bottom. But it was water. The deer leg that had been left for had remained untouched, but the water, no matter its filth, could not be denied.

Her lapping paused and ears stood erect as they detected a stirring outside. Her nose still hovered near the water's surface as the sounds grew ever closer the door of the building. The sound of the chain dragging across the floor seemed to echo within the walls as she retreated into the darkest, farthest corner. A low rumble growing in her chest.

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Anatoliy Russo · 07-25-2011, 08:12 PM

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hard qq hard

It had been Rem. Rem was the one who had come to him, kicking and screaming at him. He had been at his boat, wondering if he would see Anann again. But after their rendezvous two weeks ago during the storm, he figured that she had begun to go to extreme lengths to not be caught near him, the Rem variable included. So when the powerful stallion burst into him, whining like a dread steed and almost screaming at him in equine low speech, was when the Russo grew concerned. But maybe Rem was just not looking, or was upset at him for something else he had done. The man had looked wearily at the horse as he gripped the bowl of tar. "Vhat, Rem, Vhat?" he asked, almost bored as he eyed the stallion with a brush in hand. "Vhat?" The stallion grew angry, he could tell, but it was not until the horse knocked the bowl out of his hands and head butted him backward into the sand did he realize how serious the horse was.

He rose to his feet, dusting off his body. "Vhat's is wrong, Rem?" The horse was clearly aggitated with him. But it was almost as if there was horrible concern too. The man furrowed his brows, skin pulling tight on both scars and eyebrow ring. He put a heavy hand on the stallion's face, who did not fidget at the gentle touch. "Anann?" asked the Russo with dread. At the horse's confirmation, he forgot his boat and grabbed the horse's neck, mounting him in a hurry. "Her cabin, Rem. Please. Hurry." The stallion seemed to mind briefly the rudeness of the Russian man but the goal was the same so he seemed to not mind. He would probably pay him back later. Or take it for vengeance for knocking Anatoliy to the ground.

At the cabin, the man found nothing. All of the things were there. Except for Anann. But it was a mess. Anatoliy gingerly walked the cabin and saw her blade's handle. But the blade was shattered, broken and the man carefully picked up the damaged hilt, before placing it on the table, next to a small pouch. It caught his eye, so out of place it was. And it was probably taken out of her things. But what was it? He opened it and peered inside, crying out in pain. It was the necklace he had found for her. Of course she would not wear it, not with him around. She, however, still kept it, though it was hidden. Anatoliy knew he had to find her and soon.

Rem was not going to be of any use to him now. He patted the stallion and promised to find the woman. If the horse would follow or not, he had no clue. But the man did remove his jeans, though kept the belt with the knife; he would cinch it tighter. "Please can you take zhis vhere zhat man vill not find it?" he asked the stallion, handing him the rapidly folded pants. Rem grudgingly took it and walked into the distance. He would follow soon, Anatoliy knew. But now, he shifted his bones into his least favorite form. The bulky half-ling form was a little too much for him, but it was the fastest way to go. And if he found Keese, his heavy jaws would find a place in his throat.

The scent was thin, and washing away, but the man found it. It was the two of that, which was obvious. Why would she leave alone without a word to the Russian man? Even through what they had been through? But he followed the scent diligently, ignoring how tired he was by the end of his run. The further he went, the clearly the scent was. And then it was stronger than ever. The man paused, slipping out of his belt as he shifted his body back to two legs, not scenting the man nearby. Though his stench was there but not present in force. With the knife back on his hips and his hand carefully hovering over it, Anatoliy crept around the area, wondering where his Anann was, where her scent came from. Was it safe to call out? "Anann..? Anann? Are you here? Vhere are you?" he said gently, not wanting to get attention of a certain bastard man.

Anann Kelevra · 07-28-2011, 09:28 PM

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so its like short and stuff, but you still <3 me right?

Ears pull forward, straining to hear the voice that called her name. The soft rumble ceasing and the she-wolf took a tentative step forward from the darkness of her corner. And for a moment the smallest spark of hope lit those dark brown eyes. It was the Russian lilt of her lover that her ears heard, but it was Keese’s voice that taunted her mind.

”ooh Anann? Where, oh where are you my dear?” Keese voice echoed in her mind. The moment replaying vividly in her mind’s eye. Her body trembled as she remembered the sharp jerk of the chain and all that had followed. Her eyes closed tightly as she tried to block out the images of her mind.

A deep, fierce growl of warning tore from her throat as she quickly retreated back into the darkest shadows. A steel pipe caught in the bite of the sliding chain fell from where it leaned, clattering noisily across the concrete floor.

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Anatoliy Russo · 07-28-2011, 09:54 PM

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The man sniffed about, leg muscles tight as he scented the woman nearby but still unable to figure out exactly where. His head swiveled as he tried hard to find his love, feeling a whine almost vibrate out of his throat. But then, the noise clanked in a little shack or building, whatever it was. Anatoliy could tell her scent was strong here but something felt off about it. Something was not the same and the man was starting to feel a fear well up inside his chest.

"Anann?" inquired the man softly at the barred door, fiddling with the board in front of the door. It was definitely to keep the woman inside, if she were in there. But her scent was so strong, how could she not be there? He hefted the board off; it was heavy, heavy enough to block the door from the inside, though still not terribly difficult for the built man to lift. It clanked to the ground with a muffled thump, the wood a tad wet from rain. The door swung out, and he slowly opened it. What he found almost made him want to cry. Chains. Chains was not what he wanted to see. "Anann..," he croaked out softly, his voice a whimper as he saw her. "Vhat has he done to you.."

Anann Kelevra · 07-28-2011, 10:49 PM

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Lips of swollen and raw flesh pulled back in a snarl, though it was more of a grimace for the pain that action caused her as she heard the rattle of the door. Her growl growing in its intensity as the feeling of fear rose in the primal beast. The light poured into the shack as the door swung open. The sudden increase in light was blinding and left the dark amber wolf blinking as eyes struggled to adjust. The thick, lifted hackles of her secui form making her hulking mass seem even larger than it already was. The chain around her neck pulling tight has she backed as deep into the corner as she might, and away from the silhouetted figure in the doorway.

It was the burn of rope that marked her flesh in the areas that once been her optime wrists and ankles. It wasn’t until her teeth had tasted the flesh of the bastard’s face that he had thought to bind her muzzle as well. While the most visible, it was the least of the damage that had been done. The worst had yet to show any visible sign and yet the woman was sure she felt the subtle changed in her body. It was only her scent that made the truth evident thus far. Still it wasn’t enough that she had taken a form the silver male had disgusted and now carried his spawn. No, he still came from time to time to have his fun.

Once those dark brown eyes had adjusted to the increased light in her little world and she finally saw the figure that stood in the doorway her heart lurched to a stop. A look of pure horror filled her eyes and instantly the once proud female shrunk in the wake of the man before her. Lip covered fangs that were moments ago bared and she sank to the floor. Hackles deflated and her tail tucked tightly against her. The hot burn of shame stung at her eyes and choked the breath in her throat as she turned her head away from him. She could not face him, not like this. For she knew what grew within her and for them that left no future.

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Anatoliy Russo · 07-31-2011, 08:35 PM

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why so sad :c

At first Anann growled at him, as though she did not realize who it was. The man was calm and quiet, and said nothing at her harsh greeting. How could he blame her? Something horrible had been done to Anann and she was in a terrible place, both physically and mentally from what he could tell. How could she be the same inside and out if she had been locked up in this shack? With a chain around her neck? The place smelled filthy and damp. How could Keese do this to her? How could he claim to love her when he did something like this?

Anatoliy waited for her to calm and realize who it was standing in the door. When she realized who it was, she cowered away from him, and the man felt his heart break further at the sight of her doing that. She was a proud, strong woman. And it was clear that Keese had to pay for his transgressions. But, alas, he still refused to spill that man's blood. From his throat at least. Someone else had to do the deed that would leave the bastard rotting in his own flesh.

She tried not to look at him, but the man could not help but look at her. This was disgraceful. Not for her, but for the man who put her here. There was no honor here. This was just disgust. "Anann..," he muttered, falling to his knees before her. Gently, slowly he reached out a hand to touch her face, where saw the burns. Another glance showed him the marks on her wrists. "Did he.. did he do zhis to ye?"

Anann Kelevra · 08-02-2011, 09:43 PM

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short short

Anann had become little more than a creature of instinct. A primal thing, with fragile emotions buried deep with in. She flinched. Shying away as he reached for her face, but stop as soon as she felt the soft, gentle touch of his fingers. She could only nod in response to his question and did so once as she pressed her cheek into his hand. Still she could not look at him. Her body began to tremble as the harsh reality of the past weeks washed over her. Slowly and at first hesitantly, Anann edged forward. Crawling little by little closer, and almost right into the lap of the man kneed before her. ”Take me home.” Her voice hoarse. ”Please Anatoliy, just get me out of here. Please.” She begged. Despite the raw tenderness of her muzzle she pressed her face against him. Shoulders beginning to shake as she held back the sobs rising in her throat.

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Anatoliy Russo · 08-06-2011, 11:18 PM

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correct me if I is wrong plox

The man gently cupped her face, tenderly against her raw muzzle. It was hard to bear this, but he bit back his burning rage to be calm and quiet and gentle with the hurt woman. "It's vhy I'm here Anann," he said softly, stroking her face slightly. Anatoliy eyed the chain in the dim light, wondering if it would come off. It was tight against her neck and he could tell it would cause serious damage to her if he tried to pull it off of her.

"I'm going to break zhis chain off you. Anann.. if you can change to zhe smaller size, it vould make it easier." Hopefully Rem would come along soon. But Anatoliy would still be able to manage to carry her back, secui or not. He was strong enough and his incentive was strong. The Russo gave the woman a gentle touch, wishing he had something to clean her wounds and bandage them here. He would have to take her to Alaine. It was his only hope to get her better faster. He would probably just get her home to his cottage and clean her flesh with sea water before heading to find Alaine and her knowledge of herbs.

But first he rose gingerly and found himself a cinder block. If he could manually break the chain, he would have. Instead, he carried a hefty block of cement and dropped hard on the chains, aiming to break them.

Anann Kelevra · 08-09-2011, 09:02 PM

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The hope and comfort that the presence of the large Russian male gave her had become something foreign to Anann. It seeped into her slowly. Breaking down the internal defenses that had protected her sanity from the harshness of reality. All that mattered was that he had come for her. He was here. Taking comfort in the warmth of his hand as it cupped her face and stroked it gently.

She stiffened at the mention of shifting to her more petite form. Even then Anann was not sure if the chain would slip freely from her neck. She shook her head violently. It was not so much the risk for the newly budding lives within her that worried her, for it was still early enough they and her body would surely manage the change. No, it was the vulnerability of the light weight form that she feared the most. Even if it was Anatoliy that was here now. She still did not feel safe.

Reluctantly she backed away, giving him space as he made to get back to his feet. The amber hued femme following steps behind him as he rummaged around the shack. Backing away quickly as he hefted the large block at the chains. The loud clash of the chain being smacked between the cinder block and concrete floor caused her to cringe and cower.

The sound drew the attention of another beast. Though the sound of trotting hooves had gone completely unnoticed by Anann. Though as that large black head with his forelock practically covering his eyes Anann gave a soft whine at the horse and her tail gave a couple gentle wags before falling still again.

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Anatoliy Russo · 08-09-2011, 11:03 PM

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The chain broke with a loud snap, almost a groan like sound with metallic clangs. Anatoliy panted lightly from lifting the heavy block and crashing it down onto the chains. But the sound of slithering metal on concrete gave him such a satisfied feeling, especially as it welled up inside of him to know that Anann was freed from this cesspit. But there was still a small length of chain connected to her neck, and then the metal rings around her throat that needed removing. It would have to wait. Getting her away from here
was the priority. And now she was able to do so.

The woman shook her head at him, and he knew that she was not going to change her form. Probably not for a while; what Keese put her through was beyond traumatizing and it was probably more than enough to scar her for a long time. Rubbing at his hands and ignoring the light scratches the rough block had given him, Anatoliy heard the beat of hooves on earth as Rem appeared through the shadows. The dark stallion was such a sight to see, especially as Anann was clearly happy to see him.

Putting a hand on the horse's shoulder, he thanked him, "Rem, ye found us.. I need yer help." He spoke to the stallion as if to one of them, but the horse was certainly smart enough. He eyed his golden love, gaze fully apologetic. "It'll be awkvard.. But vith ye on him, ye'll get zhere faster. He vouldn't dare take ye from us both." He did not need to mention who the second he was. It was plain.

Anann Kelevra · 08-10-2011, 08:16 PM

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Rem's ears pinned back as he looked at Anann. Her state obviously troubling the horse as much as it would any other that cared for the amber woman, if not more. His head, which was all that had reached through the door of the shack lowered and he made a soft, low noise. Finally realizing she was no longer tethered down by the length of chain Anann trotted the few steps over to the horse despite the complaints of her body and gave his velvety nose a lick, accompanied by another soft whine, which the horse returned with a gentle nudge of his nose. Rem backed out of there way and Anann was practically right on Anatoliy's heels as they stepped out into the light. She gave his hand a couple affectionate licks and her nose would have been pressed into his hand had he not been half a step ahead. Anann blinked blindly for a moment. It seemed far to long since she had felt the warmth of the sun on her fur.

"It won't be the first time.." Anann said quietly as Rem laid down for her. They had trained for such a thing and used it in practice a few times as well. Though Anatoliy was right, it was rather awkward, but managable. She did not even think to wait for Anatoliy to help her before she jumped up on the horse's back. Making sure to keep her sharp claws retracted as she got her feet situated and found her balance on Rem's broad back. "Okay, Rem." Letting him know she was ready for him to get back up on his feet. The transition was a little tricky and Anann wobbled slightly as the horse climbed to his feet. Keeping her claws from his flesh was definitely going to be the hardest part of it as she sought to keep her balance.

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Anatoliy Russo · 08-10-2011, 09:32 PM

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Anatoliy felt her lick at his hand, but the man knew he had to get her home, as much as he wanted to pull her close and keep her there. Anann's independence made the Russian man crack a weak smile. At least she was coming back to him, even a little bit. But it still filled him with a sadness, watching the woman he cared about most in the world struggling to stay on balance on top of her horse's back. He came up next to the woman and the horse, putting a stabilizing hand on her to make sure she did not fall off her mount. "I'm here, Anann," he assured her softly, hoping his touch was not unwelcome. He could feel her body beneath his palm and breathed a sigh of relief. He was so happy she was coming home to him.

But then his smile fell as he noticed her scent. It was.. different. There was something familiar about it, but he could not recognize it. He knew he had scented it long before, and often, but it was not something he expected. Somewhere inside he understood that there was a change in Anann that he did not welcome at all. But he chose to ignore it and play ignorant, letting his conscious believe it as well. She couldn't be.. It would be such a slap in the face. Not from her, but from that gray bastard man. It just.. It couldn't be. His expression neutral, the man helped guide the woman and horse back home, back to his house where she could rest in comfort at last.

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