I Am Mr. Sunshine
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Word Count → 327 :: OOC


Cerberus blinked in surprise at the words that trickled out of Insomnia’s mouth; he couldn’t tell if she had really meant to say that or was just thinking aloud. Either way, he stared at her with brows raised in question, his tail lying limp at his ankles as he did so. Was it really possible for her to have fallen in love with him so quickly? Or was it not love at all, but in fact lust or infatuation? This thought made Cerberus cock his head to one side. Then he sat down beside Insomnia, turning his gaze on the murky water yet again in order to collect his thoughts. Sure, he’d grown to like Ciara quickly many moons ago, but this desire rising inside Insomnia seemed to amount far quicker. Perhaps she really was terribly unhappy with Shadowfang? The suspicion made him feel terribly sorry for the poor girl.

More words from the ebony wolf distracted the mottled hybrid, and he looked back at her as she spoke. Smiling in response, Ceri’s tail lifted in a lazy wag as his confusion dissolved, and then he shrugged at her final question with a soft chuckle at the nickname. I was hoping to find a knife, or something useful like that, he said, dipping a paw into the lake as if searching in the shallows. Or perhaps something informative like a book? Either one would be fine, though he knew that the chances of finding a book intact were very slim. Rising to his feet again, his fur bristled with excitement when he spotted an old, battered boat nestled up against the shoreline a few paces away, and he tugged at Insomnia’s ear with his teeth as a smile stretched his lips. Look, over there! he said, his tail wagging a little faster. Then he sprinted toward the boat, leaping through the tall grass like a rabbit on his way over to the dock that rested beside it.


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554+ <3


Life seemed to have so many shocks, so many twists and turns in store for the young female. She had lived her life, and certainly not as well as she could. Would she change things if she could? Yes. There was so many things she wanted to change. But there was one thing she would never change; and that was having met her pack mates. She never wanted to forget them, but mostly Cerberus, Shadow and a few others. She had always been a shallow girl, drawn to the pretty boys. Perhaps she always would. Commitment had never been, and never would be her forte. She bounced back and forth like a toddler between shiny objects. And eventually she would choose the shiniest. Of course, that was only until something shinier and prettier came along. Then she'd be in hot pursuit of that as well. Never touching though, only longing and watching after. And now she wished that someone would be not only her hero, but the equivalent of a knight in shining armor with a pristine mount and a hot, chiseled body, she was so claiming dibs. She wasn't aware of how her mind worked, and perhaps never would be, but oh it was there.


Love was something she could possibly be incapable of forever. True love that is. She knew to be smitten, to be affectionate. She knew what it was to long for something. But did she truly know what it was to want to be with him forever, to want to protect him as well? Not really. She knew what it was to hope that she was safe. She did save him once. She wanted to be the rare and precious prize again. She wanted someone to want her. What she wanted, was to be the object of desire. And here, she had the perfect wolf to play the knight in shining armor to her beautiful and alluring princess role. And of course there was that air of danger that enveloped Cerberus. He had all the right pulls for her. Kind and yet cruel, he would protect her from the other monsters. And he was stunning, eye candy now. Since seeing him, something had shifted in her. Something that was more selfish, more tainted. She could be his prize, and he could be her trophy.


What was this? She finally tuned back in to here his voice. I was hoping to find a knife, or something useful like that. Or perhaps something informative like a book? She turned her head to see the brute rising up on his feet and tugging at her ear excitedly. Look over there! She looked to where he was looking and tugging her at and saw a old abandoned boat on the shoreline. She got up, stretching her limbs out and raced after the male. When she finally caught up to him at the boat, she looked up and slowly started to climb in it. "Come on!" She called, laughing and smiling. Once she got in, she saw a few items but one that caught her interest. A small stuffed animal that human children would play with. She grinned and walked over to it, sniffing the item, her tail wagging vigorously behind her. A giddy squeal of joy was torn from her. This was perfect!


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Word Count → 353 :: OOC


The anxious coywolf was glad to see that Insomnia had a smile on her face again. He was worried that, in the short spread that she seemed so upset, she wouldn’t want to spend time with him ever again. But he had to wonder why he even cared – he’d only just met this wolfess, just like he’d barely met Ciara before he realized he was enthralled with her. Perhaps he wasn’t as careless as he pretended to be – there was no other explanation for the way his insides differed so greatly from what came out. Either way, he wasn’t about to psychoanalyze himself now. Now, it was time to explore.

Climbing into the boat after Insomnia, he sniffed around at the many things inside and then turned to watch the ebony wolfess inspect what appeared to be a doll of some sort. He edged up beside her, sniffing at the trinket as well, and then allowed his eyes to wander over her slender face before placing a congratulatory lick on her cheek. That’s interesting, he said, and a wonder that it has stayed intact all this time. It must have been left behind by another luperci, for it wouldn’t have lasted if it had been made by a human.

Cerberus always broke into his archeological talk when he came across treasures like these. He couldn’t help it – his mind raced when he found things left behind, like a story frozen in time. He began to wonder, then, what had happened in order for someone to leave the boat in a state such as this, and who might have owned it in the past. Glancing around the holey floor of the vessel, he quirked a brow when he spied something partially concealed by debris. Nudging his snout into the mess, he uncovered a small, sheathed knife, and he smiled brightly at the discovery. It wasn’t often that he found what he hoped to, but it seemed as though today was his lucky day. Picking the knife up in his jaws, he turned to Insomnia with a wagging tail. Look a’ I foun’! he mumbled.


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"Look at you being all smart, how are you a omega?" Insomnia smiled. Ceri could be much much more than just a simple omega. She titled her black head and turned around to see the brute with a knife. She slowly walked ker to him and sniffed it. "Looks like you found something that you wanted." Her tail wagged sending her scent around the 2 of them. She couldn't stop grinning now.
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Word Count → 151 :: Wrapping it up here; you can post your exit or just leave it as is :3 Thanks for the thread! We’ll do it again for sure.


Cerberus gently set the knife on the ground, his tail wagging still as he did so. Being smart doesn’t always keep you out of trouble, he teased. He then peered up at the sky, realizing that it was nearing the afternoon and would soon be time for lunch. His stomach growled in confirmation and he chuckled, swiping his velvet tongue over his lips. I believe it’s about time we started heading back home. It’ll be lunchtime soon, he said, speaking his thoughts. He then bent over and picked up his knife, holding it tight between his teeth. He gave Insomnia a gentle nudge on her shoulder before hopping out of the boat, and then glanced behind him at the ebony she-wolf to ensure she had what she wanted before they left. Once she seemed ready, he tossed her a playful wink and then trotted off through the grass, headed for home.


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