all alone, dancing in the dark
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mmmspree. sosu 487


Magnolia had spent the last month avoiding Denver. Even though the mutt wasn’t directly with her, he still plagued her mind night and day. Her daily border scouting excursions were used for the sole purpose of being alone; she had stopped inviting her friend to join her after their last interaction. She needed time away from him, and she needed to clear her head. The loneliness was killing her though; she was messing things up with her one ally in this dreadfully depressing pack. Magnolia didn’t like it, but knew it would be figured out eventually.

Magnolia had sent one of the slaves ( she couldn’t remember which one) to Denver’s home well over a week ago. She ordered them to tell Denver that he had work to do for her. That one trespasser had pissed her off, and so she told the slave where and what she wanted built. It wasn’t exactly the kindest way to tell Denver what she wanted; it was pretty selfish and cowardly on her part, but she didn’t care. Her ego had inflated way more than she had initially thought since getting her promotion and recognition from Sirius into the family. It was elating, and most of all, she knew she was more trusted by the Auxiliary and Boss than Denver was. The little competition she had in her mind was getting intense, but she didn’t care. So long as she one-upped that man she would be happy. She didn’t even know if Denver cared or not, but she secretly hoped he did.

She had heard nothing from the slave over the course of a few days so she supposed it was time to go check it out. The trap was to be built right where that one ignorant wolf had ruined her day hoping that a deep hole would be enough to prevent any more breaches in security. She was also a co-ranked family member now, and she was expected to do her job, even if it meant that Denver had to do the grunt work. Magnolia was a lady, and she wasn’t about to dig a hole and get herself all dirty.

She had awoken bright and early, knowing it would take a while to get to the location. She was in a fairly good mood, and the clear day made her even happier. She took off northwards without a further adieu, and after some time the dainty lady made her way over to the desired location. A grin seeped into her maw despite her attempt to hide it; Denver was there, as expected, though she couldn’t see whatever he was doing.How’s it comin’? the lady said carefully, pushing away a branch from her face as she neared him. Her eyes were shining with happiness to see him after so long, even though her stomach was tightening up.

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SOSU 415


Denver was amused at Magnolia's tactic, and he could only wonder what her ploy was. He was sure that she had been avoiding him, but instead of dwelling on it he'd spent his days focusing on his duties and keeping a more strict exercise routine. He ran daily now, and his muscles were lean and firm on his petite frame. He did not possess immense bulk, but his strength was still comparable to those who did. Besides, Denver was fast when he wanted to be, and was not afraid to perform some of these more dangerous duties for the Takekuro woman. He wanted her safe, after all, and wanted himself safe as well; he figured that these security measures would be beneficial for the whole pack, and another way for him to get noticed.


The mutt had risen early that day to start the digging. He had use of an old rusted shovel that served it's purpose just fine, and by the time Maggie found him he had already dug quite a large hole. It was deep, and wide enough for one single canine's body. For this particular trap he had thought to lure their prey with prey of it's own. Denver had wrangled up a live deer and left it at the bottom of the pit, still alive but bleeding steadily. The animal made little noise, but as Denver began to work to cover up the hole to conceal it, the thing began flailing madly, kicking this way and that. He backed up at watched the beast's exertion, awed that it would spend the energy for such a useless effort. It soon lay quietly again at the bottom of the pit and Denver continued his work.


Magnolia's approach was expected, and so when he saw her face through the tree line he waved, calling her over. "Hey!" he said as she approached, setting aside the foliage and wood in his hands to run over to greet her. "Well, it's goin' alright," he admitted, standing back beside her to admire his work. The pit was half-covered and clearly unfinished, but he was proud of it nonetheless, and decided that it would be effective, even if they didn't quite catch their query. Grinning at his genius, Denver crossed his arms, the long-sleeved shirt covering his arms half rolled up from the physical strain. So far, he'd done a good job; surely she would think so, too. "Not quite done yet, but what d'ya think?"


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>D sosu: 239


He didn’t run away or do anything crazy, which the yearling appreciated. She smiled at his pit, which was larger already than she had expected him to build. The girl nodded, offering a quick Nice job so far, to him before patting him on the back. She couldn’t help herself, she just wanted to touch him. However, that thought was quickly forgotten when she heard a noise was coming from the hole, and Magnolia wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Was there something in there already? If so, that would have been quite impressive.

The girl walked to the edge of the hole and crouched down. The source of the sound was hidden by Denver’s clever use of twigs and leaves to conceal not just the trap but the contents within. Curious, Maggie pushed some twigs away from the entrance to get a better look. She couldn’t gauge how deep the hole was. She craned her neck to see how deep it went before her stomach came rushing up to her stomach. She was falling in! The poor girl scrambled to hold on the Denver, or even just the edges of the ditch, but it was no use. She fell in and hit the living deer that was on the bottom, which freaked out at Maggie’s presence. Furious, she glared up at her friend, though she felt bad for messing up his work.

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SOSU 487


Proud of his work, Denver stood as tall as he could, though he still fell short of Maggie's height. He hoped she didn't notice this too much-- though it was glaringly obvious whenever they stood right beside each other. It always made him self conscious, even when he tried to ignore it. He knew that it didn't matter as much to other people as it did to him, but he still resented it. Having to look up to get eye contact was infuriating; he should be the one being looked up to. Remembering the large-framed husky man that he'd met, Dresden, Denver wondered why he hadn't gotten that heavyset gene. Why was he built in such a smaller package? Still, the mutt thought that his skill was likely enough to keep his stunted height from getting too much attention.


Pale eyes watched Maggie as she inspected his work, now focusing on the present and scanning over his creation as she did so. Everything looked good, despite the unfinished half. Once he completed it, it would be well-blended and hidden on the forest floor. Certainly it would attract the attention of something or someone, and he couldn't wait to try it out. He wondered if Maggie would come to check it with him in the following days. He stared as she bent down to rustle some of the leaves and debris packed atop the pit, but as she did, the dirt gave way beneath her and she began to slide. Denver was too far from her, and even though he reacted instantly, he was too slow. His fingers brushed against her as he dove to the edge of the large hole, peering down at her as she writhed beside his live catch. "Maggie!" he called, his head bobbing this way and that to see that she had not sustained any serious injury. Then, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to grab the coiled bit of rope he often carried now. "Here, grab this, 'n hold on tight," he said, grinning and trying to hold back a laugh as he lowered one end of the rope down over the edge. Denver backed up and wrapped the other end around a tree trunk for leverage, and as he felt her weight on the other end he began to pull, hand over hand dragging her up out of the pit. "Almost," he grunted, panting heavily now. With another person, this would have been so much easier. But at least now, he supposed, he knew it would work. His muscles were already strained, and he felt them burn as he pulled her out; only a few feet of air was between her and the level ground, but it felt like so much more. Denver had thought that Magnolia was a fairly small woman, but without much help she felt much heavier. He would never tell her that, though.


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>D sosu: 302


This might be the most hilariously awkward situation the young woman had ever been in. She grabbed the rope and held on tight; the poor deer was flailing and bucking like crazy because Magnolia had fallen right on it. Maggie knew she wasn’t in any harm though because she could kill the thing with one bite of her teeth. The deer eventually began calming down when it saw that Maggie was being pulled out of the hole and back to the ground above. Maggie wasn’t entirely sure how to help Denver other than holding on tight and grabbing at the top to hoist herself up out of the hole. When she was out, she laid on the icy ground, panting and wiping the dirt off her coat. Damn it, she thought angrily, this would happen to me.

She didn’t say anything about this embarrassing little incident for some time. Her tail wrapped around her petite body as she cleaned herself off, licking her fur here and there to keep it as clean as it normally was. She still glared at Denver but erupted into a fit of giggles when she saw he was grinning too. Please don’t…. tell anyone about that, she said, eyes still shining. The dainty confidant picked herself off the ground with poise and made her way over to Denver. What was she doing? Her giggles subsided and she became quite serious for a moment as she pulled her friend in for an awkward hug, whispering a small Thanks, in his flopped over ear . She shut her eyes for a moment not entirely sure if this was the right thing to do, but kissed him on the cheek anyway when she let go of him. Oh well, too late to do anything about it now.

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SOSU 309


When his arms were nearly ready to give out and the grip of his feet on the slippery, moist leaf-covered ground began to fail, she finally crawled over the edge. Immediately, he dropped the rope and rushed over to help her out. She had managed by herself, though, and as she gathered her composure, her voice joined his amusement, and together they laughed it off. He was glad that she wasn't blaming him for falling in the pit; after all, it had been she who'd gotten too close. "Who'm I gunna tell?" he asked with a laugh, shaking his head as he bent down to pick up the rope and begin coiling it again. To his surprise, though, she came close to him now and even pulled him closer to her in a hug. He wasn't about to fight it, and he found his body pulled easily towards hers, leaning his head in to catch her soft words in his ear. Icy blues disappeared as his moist pink nose nuzzled once into her neck; they shot open again as she planted a single kiss on his cheek. Maggie was thanking him, and now Denver could not even manage to say "you're welcome". Instead he held onto her as she moved to let go, and he pulled her close once again, looking her over with a concerned face before he asked, "That deer didn't getcha or nothin', did it?" He had to be certain she hadn't been harmed, and his hands roamed the thick fur covering her body quickly to check for wounds. Finally his fingers rested on her cheek, and trailed down to her chin where they stayed as his eggshell pupils found her emerald ones. Then, without hesitation, his tongue trailed across her muzzle in a very canine act of affection that he was not ashamed of.


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sosu: 180


Magnolia let out a gasp when his hands trailed down her body. He avoided all the super sensitive areas, of course, but just feeling his hands on her for more than a millisecond drove her crazy. He was too close to her. She didn’t know what to do. The woman let choked out a No, regarding his question, but she could barely speak. Her eyes were wide with confusion and excitement, but before she could pull away he kissed her again. She let it happen, even though she could barely breathe during it.

Magnolia broke it off, eyes narrowed in confusion for a moment before resuming it. What the hell was wrong with her? Silver arms wrapped around his neck to deepen her kiss. She couldn’t stop! Why was this happening? Magnolia’s mind was going a mile a minute but at the same time couldn’t think of a decent reason why this shouldn’t happen. She liked him and she hoped he liked her too, so why was she having such a difficult time with this?


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"Good," he muttered quickly in response in between kisses. She pulled away for a moment, though, and briefly he was worried. Backing into a nearby tree for support as she flung herself at him, the mutt relaxed against it as he felt her warm tongue on his again, immersing himself in the feeling of her embrace. Denver would not protest, but kept his senses alert, knowing that they might not be alone so close to the borders. He didn't often feel such lustful touches anymore, and such things from Magnolia were always welcome; the Confidant was only concerned about an embarrassing encounter with his superiors in broad daylight like this.


They came to a pause, and Denver held her at arm's length, pale blue eyes wandering from her to their surroundings as he wore a bemused grin. "You havin' fun? Don't forget where are now, girly," he warned, seductive Southern tones lacing his speech. The deer inside of the pit echoed a sickly gurgling noise followed by a feeble kick, and he grumbled, figuring it had finally died of exhaustion. It wouldn't be as enticing now, he realizing with a sigh, frowning as he looked at Maggie. "I think it's dead now," he said, staring over at the pit as his hands trailed up and down her sides idly. "Wanna help me finish it?" Denver grinned, nodding to the covering of the pit, knowing that was not the first thing on her mind; but he figured they could just go back to her place afterwards to continue their passionate interlude.


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sosu: 289


Maggie’s mind was in a dizzy state; she lost track of where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. Denver’s heavy body against hers felt soright, she was almost afraid of it and his power over her. She liked him too much. This kiss threw her completely off guard, she had never planned to be this forward with him. Maggie wasn’t even sure how to go about this whole ‘liking boys’ thing… her alive-but-dead mother wasn’t around to fill her in. The kiss felt like it would never end… but when it did, the yearling pouted at Denver’s words. Sorry, was all she said, embarrassed at how obvious her intentions and feelings were. Sheepishly the girl nodded at his question, and left his closeness to go find more supplies that were hidden in the forest.

Maggie walked away into the misty woods without a sound and picked up all the twigs and branches she could find. She took her time, though, wanting to spend some time away from Denver so she could think things over. Once she knew she was out of his vision range, she nimbly kicked a nearby tree in frustration. He was more than she could take, and it frustrated the living hell out of her. Slowly, one by one, she collected her sticks.

When her arms were full, she nimbly carried all the supplies back to Denver and put them down carefully on the ground beside him. She didn’t really have much else to say, so she started arranging the branches in a fashion that would make a good trap. Her eyes never left her hands; for some reason, she couldn’t look at him anymore.





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Denver could not have been more baffled by this woman. He couldn't tell if she was into him or not, and it bothered him more still that he couldn't keep his mind from wondering. She pulled away from him, pouting sadly and muttering an apology. "No..." he muttered as she started walking away, "I didn't mean--". But it was pointless now, and the ivory and chocolate mutt relaxed his position with a sigh, staring after her with a confounded expression, pondering whether or not he should go follow her or not. Maggie stopped eventually, though, and started gathering branches, sticks, and leaves-- items needed to finish the trap, he realized. At least she was helping. Smiling to himself, Denver set to gathering his own small pile, picking the largest and sturdiest of the bunch for this work. It needed to blend in well, and so gathering the leaves, too, was necessary. This way, it would look more natural. The pompous dog felt that anyone with a brain would notice this trap, but then he supposed that not everyone possessed such instinct and cunning. A pity for them.


By the time Maggie wandered back to the site of the trap, Denver had come back as well. With his gathered debris he sat at one end and began placing the elements, weaving them together to create a pseudo-floor. When he realized that his fellow Confidant had still not spoken another single word, he began to feel bad. "Why're you so quiet now? It's freakin' me out," he mumbled, trying a sheepish grin to try to break the awkward silence. He couldn't have her acting like this; it just wasn't fair. Denver could just as easily use this tactic against her, but he knew for certain it would not go quite so well.


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Her hands worked in a quick fashion, the petite woman was more than determined to finish this trap quickly before things got too weird between them. She braided the thinner branches together, throwing in some leaves in the patchwork mess to make it a little more hidden. It wasn’t exactly the most beautiful object Maggie had ever made, but it would definitely do the job. Hopefully before too long the duo could come back to see someone fallen in. The doe might rot by then but it would still hopefully work as some sort of inviting gesture to a random passer-by. The pair worked in silence and the girl hummed quietly to herself until Denver said something. She whipped her head around to him as he started speaking. The woman smiled back at him, suddenly feeling sorry about her silence. However, despite his request, her ears flattened and she still remained quiet.

Magnolia’s silence really had no source other than the nervousness that was being built up in her stomach. It kept rising with every minute that the woman stayed silent. It made breathing difficult and swallowing damn near impossible, and her thoughts were racing. Maggie sighed, feeling the tightness reach the very top of her throat. She kept looking away and back again at him, eyes searching his for something to say. This ordeal pretty pathetic on her part; she didn’t know what to do about this hilariously awkward situation. After some time the girl wiped her paws on her thighs, jade eyes again focused on the shoddy trap before them. Sorry, Denver. Trap looks almost finished, don’t you think? Maggie looked over at her companion again, this time worried he might consider her super delayed response rude. She really wasn’t trying to be; he was the first creature that could silence the loquacious woman at any given moment. She just felt all out of sorts around him, and wasn’t physically capable of acknowledging his statement without her throat closing up and making her gurgle in desperation.



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BIG POAST FOR YOOUUUU. I can't really remember what we were doing with this thread, so she can either suggest they hunt, or do something else, or whatever. idc. 8D SOSU 593


Denver's attempts to turn her foul mood proved futile, and he breathed a sigh as his hands found the work again. Pale blues darted to her occasionally, checking her progress and outer mood. Chocolate brows knotted together in a confused ball; had he said something wrong? Frowning, he own temper was beginning to sour, not knowing how to cope with the strange feeling of hurt welling up in his chest. He stared at her while she looked away, keeping the angle of his head low so she might not notice. Her hands moved quickly, deftly, like she knew what she was doing. One corner of his black doggish lips twitched in a near-smile; was it wrong of him to be proud?


Magnolia was a beautiful girl, and she had become a beautiful woman; velveteen fur of silver covered nicely curved hips, and he couldn't help but stare. She was younger than Denver (and taller, to his dismay), but strangely that hadn't stopped his pursuit. Instead, he had culled an interest in her over the months working beside her, and he had grown to quietly adore her. He had been careful to not let things like emotions get in the way of his power struggle; but now, they were both ranked Confidant, both trusted and adored by their leaders. Now, he could relax a bit, and focus on a more intimate relationship-- something that he once thought he might never have.


The Confidant's gaze was broken as she began to shift her weight around-- he quickly looked back down, and adjusted the position of a couple of sticks. He'd been working, see? But he didn't need to pretend. When she stood, the sound of her voice made his floppy ear twitch as his head turned quickly to look up at her. Then, realizing what she said, he looked back down again at their handiwork, realizing that they had managed to cover the whole thing, and it was blended quite smoothly. It was finished! His face registered surprise, and then he forced out a single chuckle. "Heh, yeah, I guess it does, huh?"


Still, he felt awkward, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, momentarily not caring that they were slightly discolored by dirt. "Looks good," he mumbled, blinking at her through the light. The sun was high in the sky now, and his body still felt warm from all of the shoveling he'd done earlier-- not to mention wrangling the deer he'd caught and placed. Denver was still annoyed that the prey now lay limp at the bottom of the pit, but he hoped it would still serve it's purpose. It was dinner without work; a foolproof plan, the Confidant thought. Surely someone or something would fall for it, and ideally it would be one of their enemy.


"I'm gettin' hungry," he muttered as his stomach began to grumble and turn. All of this exertion was fueling his appetite, but he hardly wanted to hunt again. He'd dug out a nice space in his room for refrigerating his meats, but Denver's store was running low. The deer that lay below them was his most recent catch, and now he was cursing himself, wishing he'd just caught another. If Magnolia decided she desired his company enough, maybe she would join him on a quick hunt. With help, it wouldn't take as long, and they'd be eating before they knew it. But he wasn't about to suggest that, so he kept silent and let the sounds of his stomach fill the quiet.


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idk what to do with this thread either :d. sorry for the shitty post.

Maggie was glad to see that he didn’t react to her silence anymore than that one sentence. She felt bad about the way she was acting, but her innocence made her unable to change her ways. Denver wasn’t angry or impatient with her, which the young wolf appreciated. Magnolia surveyed their work again once more just to make sure there were no holes or obvious signs of a trap. She threw a few more leaves and twigs on top just to be sure. It looked fairly well-hidden now, and the scout was proud of Denver’s work.

We should come back tomorrow to check on it, the girl said quietly as she put a last few finishing touches on the trap. Denver mentioned his hunger (Maggie could hear his stomach growling half a mile away, too) and the girl smiled coyly. I have some leftovers at my place, but we can go hunting if you prefer something fresher… Was this a good idea? Probably not, but, whatever.


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hhnnnnngg


Pale eyes rose to glance at her as she mentioned the two of them coming back to check on it, together. So, now she was fine with the idea of hanging out? He looked at his feet and grinned, shaking his head to himself. He didn't know if he'd ever understand women. Either way, he was happy for her returning good mood, and for the prospect of a meal back at her place. Having worked all morning, the mutt wasn't feeling up to hunting just yet, and an easy, quick meal with good company sounded much better. She shot him a dangerous smile, and he returned it wickedly. "Your place sounds great," he muttered huskily as he got close to her, reaching out a pale hand to rest on her lower back. It was her idea, so she couldn't fault him for it, right? Grinning to himself, the pair headed back across the camouflaged borderline, making a bee line for the small center village that was the ruins. With all of its humidity, musk, and cold corridors, it was not the most welcoming place, but it was home now.


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