[M]-Knife and Heart
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Hotaru

Word Count → 434 :: Dated: February 2nd.


Anger, frustration, and sadness; a lethal combination for anyone who dared to get too close. Hotaru was angry, which wasn't really all that unusual, but angry non-the-less. Just the previous day Hotaru had spent several relaxing hours hard at work while she built a bench for her pack mates in an attempt to be more social. However, as those hours had dragged by, it gave Hotaru some unwelcome thinking time. What she thought about was not pretty. The blind women was no fool, she knew Light was cheating on her. She also knew that it was absurd to date a male that didn't love females and by extension, couldn't love her. Yet, in a foolish bout of youth, she had fallen in love with the hunter and was coming to regret it. She was hurt, mad, and upset. Hurt by Light's actions, mad at herself for being so stupid, and upset at the whole debacle.


The grey wolf stood outside of the festival, her very form seething with anger. She had been leaning against a tree and simply stared out into the world with unseeing eyes. Hotaru wanted to run, to hunt; but she didn't know the lands and it would be too dangerous for her to try and transverse them at any useful speed. In a fit of rage Hotaru swiftly turned around and punched the tree behind. It reciprocated her punch by bruising her knuckles.


High up in the tree Hotaru had been leaning against, rested a red tailed hawk. Fawkes had decided to perch on the top branches where it was much safer. Hotaru would never hurt him, he knew that, but she scared him when she got angry and was prone to punching inanimate objects nearby. He didn't know what was wrong and it only caused the bird to worry. From the safety of his perch, Fawkes stared down at Hotaru and uttered soothing words in low speech to her. Fawkes cried out though when the tree shook beneath him as Hotaru punched it's base. He flapped his large wings a bit for balance before taking off to find refuge in a more stable tree. He knew better than to stick around while Hotaru was angry.


The blind wolf's ears twitched as she listened to Fawkes fly off. He didn't go very far, but she still felt bad about upsetting her dearest friend. Hotaru cradled her bruised paw in one hand as she turned around and leaned against the tree. She tilted her head back and let it rest against the cool bark, her empty eyes staring at the sky.


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Imhotep had decided that today would be another trip. Another chance to see what he could get for the clinic. With each day the floor he was working on was coming together. After it was fully down he would have what ever help he could get smoothing it and making it as nice as possible. The next step would be the walls and then furniture and then they'd be open. the male working along side his friend Odessa. both striving to be medics to help the family. She knew more of herbs and workings. He could mend bones and was very spiritual. There was so much the pair could do as a team. Imhotep looked at the sky and smiled.

He moved along the path and smiled as others came and went so many were here and it was no wonder. There was much to do here and Imhotep enjoyed it greatly. Though he did not enjoy having to hide his scent. He was very careful though to do as he was told and had even spent the night before out side the border of Salsola trying to allow himself to weld with the wilderness.

As he entered the land though he noticed a wolf female as she struck a tree and it took Imhotep back a bit. He opened and closed his hand only imagining what that must have felt like. Then he chose to move in. He wanted to see what was wrong with her and if he could help. Though over them flew a bird and he was interested more so. "S..suses me Ma'am looks hurt. I medical can help?" He spoke his thick Arabic accent forcing him to break some words awkwardly. Added to his still learning of the language.

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Hotaru

Word Count → 418 :: For Hotaru, this is flirting.


There were a lot of canines milling about the festival, and even though Hotaru stood on the edge, she could still hear them and smell them with clarity. The sound of approaching footsteps didn't bother her, although her red-tipped ears flicked to the side when she took notice of them. The steps were lithe and fluid, almost indistinguishable from the crowd. Hotaru assumed the stranger would keep walking and just ignore her. She hoped that would be the case, Hotaru really didn't want to talk to anyone. However, as usual, her hopes and wants were ignored by the cruel hands of fate.


Hotaru didn't move, she didn't turn to face the stranger, nor did she acknowledge his presence except for the twitch of an ear. Hotaru just stood, her head leaned back against the tree and her knuckles pounded with a dull ache. While she stood, the blind woman debated whether she should accept his help or tell him to go fuck himself. After a good thirty seconds she finally lowered her head and turned her her unseeing eyes him. Her expression was sad, and pained. Such evident expressions were unusual for the young wolf as she tended to hide her emotions behind a polite facade. However, she was too upset to focus on such things and just let her emotions show. "Only if you can heal a broken heart."


Like most angry females, all she really wanted was to be alone. However, the grey female was not the type to be rude to those who offered her help. Hotaru took her weight of the tree and grabbed hold of her staff that was leaning against the trunk. Hotaru wanted to set off, but something made her stop. It was that silly youthful stupidity that kept her from leaving. The blind wolf turned and strolled back to the strange male, her injured paw raised with her fingers down to show off her bruise. "Actually, would you mind?" The grey female stopped just before she touched him.


If anything, he intrigued her. The strange male sported a very strong Arabic accent, and he smelled of the forest. Although, when Hotaru approached the hound she could pick up the slight scent of an unknown pack. It was very faint, and most would have been detect the telling scent. However, Hotaru's nose was extraordinarily sensitive due to her lack of eyesight. Hotaru smiled a little as she processed the sensory infromation, trying her best to seem friendly despite her foul mood.

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The sand kissed prince was not one to look at a woman in a lustful ways years of servitude had taught him that he was to behave and not think nasty thoughts like that. The scare on his nose was proof of that more so then anything. Imhotep had been in his fathers court when he had seen a woman as a young teenager. The pharaoh had been enraged and slammed him with an object. That was only the first time. Now living with Odessa he preferred the floor and it helped him not think of her in ways he shouldn't."

This wolven female was pretty as well though. he found himself incited by her and in a way he was nothing more then a child. She asked him if he could mend a broken heart but then she began to leave. He wondered what was wrong with the woman. She wasn't to far off when she chose to turn and stride back to the male.

She held out her hand and the male reached up taking it with delicate precision. he didn't want to cause anymore harm to her hand. "looks like it'll be fine in a day or so. " He spoke looking at it. Gently he touched it and moved each finger being careful and sure that nothing was broken. "Though heart a tricky one to fix." He spoke as he looked at her.

He moved slightly she was blind. She was traveling alone blind/ that was not a good thing. A lady should always have an escort. "Allow me to escort you. The heart could use some attention." He spoke giving her a smile. "I have nothing to do today."

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Hotaru

Word Count → 415 :: Out of Character text.


Hotaru always tried to act wise beyond her years, using the judgment and life skills she had gained through her ordeals. Both the terrible war that had revenged her family and the permanent darkness that she had been inflicted with gave what Hotaru believed to be a special clarity. She always felt that her way of looking at the world was different than most and prided herself on her judgement skills. Yet, there were times when she still acted her age. Moments where she just acted on her whims rather than thinking things through. This was one of those times.


Truth be told, Hotaru didn't really know what she wanted from the foreigner, she just wanted something. A friend, an enemy, a lover, a distraction. Anything, if only it would just take away her pain. There was a big problem though, Hotaru had only minimal experience with men and flirting. Light was her first real relationship and it was due to that very relationship that she was seeking such a base comfort in a stranger. The grey female tried her best to flirt, but everything she did seemed more polite and friendly than flirty.


The dog's large hands surprised Hotaru as they gently grasped her fingers. She had originally believed him to be smaller than her. Judging by his steps, he sounded lighter than she was, yet his fingers suggested that he might be as big as her or even bigger. His gentle paws examined her fingers with practiced and confident movements as he looked for any injuries that were worse than the bruise on her knuckles. His light and gentle touch made her smile. He was truly nice, and for one reason or another it didn't really make her feel better. The arabic male's offer to mend her broken heart and escort her wasn't comforting, but at least it didn't make her feel worse.


Hotaru moved closer and lightly grasped his muscular arm with one hand. It was true, he was taller than her, although not by much. His large arm didn't have a lot of fur, making it even easier for her to distinguish his muscles and form a picture in her mind. "Why, thank you for your generous offer. Please, do lead the way. My name is Hotaru, by the way. What yours?" Her words were slow, although not obnoxiously so. She wanted to make it easier for him to understand her, and she wasn't really the type to speak quickly anyways.


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Imhotep had to admit that although he was not fully attracted to the wolf woman she would be a great practice partner for making sure he could court the lovely Odessa. He wanted to Give her the world though he still didn't understand how he felt towards the darker furred wolf girl. He wasn't sure he knew what love was but like any male he could feel attraction to her. He also knew that Salsola frowned upon those who had children out of mateship.

"What you like do? Music? Dance?" He asked as he pulled her a little closer. He was not much of a wolf well he was no wolf but he was a man. A good man, one who tried hard but seemed never to fit the mold that Salsola had. He tried though because it was like home. Though he never could find himself like some of the thorny members.

"for the night I am yours." He spoke as he patted her hand and moved along through the crowd ever so careful not to run her into anything. "Tell Me what happened to eyes. you no see the world I can tell." He spoke. Her eyes were glazed and he could tell that she saw nothing. It made him almost sad.

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Hotaru
Earth, Sky, Day, Night;
Sound and silence,
Dark and light
One alone is not enough,

You need both together.....

Word Count :: 532 OOC


The lack of a name wasn't all that upsetting to Hotaru. It wasn't the first time someone had refused to give out their name, and the grey wolf was sure it wouldn't be the last. It was a curious habit though. Why did some canines give out their names freely while others hid behind a mask of anonymity. Even though Hotaru was paranoid at times, she was never that bad. It was an intriguing question, but one best left unanswered.


Hotaru smiled as she was pulled closer towards the male, his strong body pressing against hers. The blind wolf was enthralled by the physical contact, and every fiber of her being urged her on. The smile she hosted was not the usual polite smile, but a mischievous grin. "Dancing sounds marvelous. There's a...certain level of intimacy that can only be achieved when bodies collide in physical exercise. A heightened sense of awareness and passion that ones feels when their body moves in perfect harmony with that of another. Wouldn't you agree?" As she spoke, her hand lightly caressed his arm as it moved from his biceps to his palms. The idea of having such a muscular man to herself, even for a single night put Hotaru in a very dangerous mood.


It was comforting to allow the hound to lead the way. For once, she didn't really have to worry about running into people and booths, or making sure that she didn't trip over anything. His soft touch was thrilling as well, although she found herself comparing him to Light. Hotaru did her best to avoid thinking about Light, but he managed to creep into her thoughts every now and again. The grey wolf let her tail swish to the side once, almost like she was trying to wipe away her thoughts.


The hustle and bustle of the crowd didn't really bother her, although she wished that some of the cats would be quiet. Not far off, the spitting and hissing of two cats could be heard as they fought over something. Above their heads, the soft wingbeats of Fawkes could be heard as he flew from perch to perch. Fawkes was as loyal as ever and never more than a few paces behind the pair.


Hotaru's dangerous mood switched from playful to royally ticked off. He mentioned her eyes, her lack of sight. That was the last thing she needed to hear. Hotaru stopped walking, and twisted her head up to face where she believed the Pharaoh hounds head would be. Anger seethed in her unseeing eyes and a frown stretched across her face. " I can "see" the world just fine without my eyes, thank you very much. I don't need sight to know that you are taller than I am, or that there are cats fighting behind the tents to our right. I don't need my eyes to know that there is a red tailed hawk following us. So if you even dare to pity me then you can just go fuck yourself." There was nothing wrong with Hotaru's eyes, and she knew it. What really scared her though was the idea that something might be wrong with her brain.

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Brain toast Srry love


Imhotep had fallen in love with the idea of showing this woman a good time. She seemed to need it and it gave him the chance to study how she held herself and others around them. After all being here was nothing more then a day of learning and trying to figure out what he had to do to survive in this world. Though it seemed as though he needed to choose his words more wisely to survive here.

Imhotep looked at her. thats not what he meant it seemed as though many here didn't understand the sand prince. "Mmhm You miss understand me. I don't pity you pity is for the weak." He spoke trying to formulate the sentence proper. "I merely meant you no see the world like I do.' he stopped and turned to the he was in front of her. He reached for her hair. "like I see lovely brown and silver hair and a woman with misty eyes. though there so captivating." He spoke as he stood in front of her. "You could never tell if I were truly handsome or some disgusting errrr whats the word... Creep yes creep." He spoke as he waited fore her to say something.
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Hotaru
Earth, Sky, Day, Night;
Sound and silence,
Dark and light
One alone is not enough,

You need both together.....

Word Count :: 363 Bipolar Hotaru


She hated being looked down upon. She hated being seen as weak or in constant need of assistance. Hotaru was a wolf, and a woodcarver. Her creations could be as beautiful as they were deadly. Her words of fire could also have a similar impact. However, that fire was quenched as the large male tried his best to explain and in his own way, apologize. Hotaru's ears twitched as she heard and felt the male move in front of her. The grey femlae released his arm and stood with one hand on her hip. She felt the tips of his fingers lightly brush against her short hair before the rest of his palm ran through the roughly trimmed fur.


Hotaru closed her eyes and leaned into the large palm. She practically craved the soft touch, the gentle attention. Hotaru slowly opened her eyes and started into a world of black that was filled with the Egyptian male's melodic voice. Slowly she raised her paw, searching for his face. In a much softer and kinder voice she said "I already told you didn't I, I can "see" just fine with out my eyes. My hands can feel your form and my ears can hear your voice. I know when I'm facing an Egyptian prince or slithering creep. No colors and light can ever compare to the way I see." A soft smile spread across her face. Hotaru really was a sucker for compliments.


High above a screech could be heard. Fawkes was complaining, rather loudly, about the way the golden male acted around his master. Fawkes did not approved of the newcomer, nor did he appreciate the male stepping over his boundaries. To the red tailed hawk, Light was the only one who was right for Hotaru. Not some, muscular dog with practically no hair. Fawkes circled above the pair, his complaints loud and completely in low speech.


With a small laugh and a wave of her hand to stop Fawkes's screeching, Hotaru turned her attention back to the male before her. "You'll have to excuse him. Fawkes can be...a bit stubborn. Now, I believe you were about to show me a good time?"

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