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[dated after the Ember-Cwmfen thread] Private, for Haku
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A mirthful breath lingered in there as a golden cloud, having caught the light of the setting sun. The autumn air was cool and crisp, and, save for a strip near the horizon, the heavens above lay in an overcast bow. The world was perfect, and Cwmfen nic Graine could hear the singing of the world. There was a newness in her soul and a strange exhilaration, and they shone in her white eyes like a wild fire of quicksilver. What had once been trapped was now set free, and it was a part of her that she had never before known. Where once there had been a frown there was now a smile, slight and contented now with life in these lands. The oppression and the melancholy that had threatened upon her before had been whipped away, thanks to one Ember Pheonix. One day, there would be an occasion to properly repay her. Had she not encountered the other, this birthed ability would have been left dormant.
Cwmfen found herself perched upon the limb of a great tree, its breath intermingling with that of the female’s. She breathed deeply that green air, consuming the clarity of the tree’s own substance. Exhaling, her breath lingered in the air, as did the wolf upon the limb. And, as the last ray of light fell behind the line of the trees of Dampwoods, the lithe female leapt down from that height. She was still a little awkward with her new form, but, as with all things, with practice came perfection. Her landing sounded with a dull thud in the autumnal decay of earth. The pawed fingers clawed the tender earth, bracing her body, but the white orbs were watching ahead, as if expecting company. Yet there was nothing in the growing fog, and so she rose, upon two legs. A tall and graceful creature she was, and the woad seemed, in this form, enhanced, almost seeming to glow in the half light. Her mane was thick and cropped short—boyish. While plain, there was nothing modest about her body.
The whether, though cool and crisp with a fog creeping gently in, was perfect for a bath. The acute aurals found a stream nearby, and, happening upon it, was found to be deep enough for her to bathe in. Slipping into the water, she found the cold to be a pleasant shock, emphasized by a delighted gasp. The she-wolf completely submerged herself, relieving some of the shock, and, upon resurfacing, she began run her fingers through her fur. It was not necessarily that her body needed purging so much as her mind did, and, as the minimal dirt and leaves fell away, so too did the discomforts.
Content, the female pulled herself upon a rock, shaking her coat promptly and aiding in the drying process. But the air was cold, and the drying thus would be slow. A slight shiver coursed through her body as a new kind of cold seeped in. Yet, she did not relinquish her perch.
There was someone ahead.
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The scenery around him was such a heavenly illusion, hiding away the sickening and corrupted world they all lived in. For a brief moment every year, true colors shone through in crimson and brown. The leaves tore through the air and were left to rot on the forest floor. It would start soon, the death would swipe across the landscape and poison the cheery green that pulsed with life. Soon, soon enough. The chocolate Lilium did not let his shallow eyes impress him. He had spent half the day chasing after a hare that for some reason had been cursed with a striking white fur way too early for the season. Yet, even if it had been one of the easiest targets he had ever set his eyes upon, it had managed to slip away from him every fucking single time. It was unacceptable, and his day had been a waste and brought him far from Dahlia. He had not even been hungry, but an extremely foolish part of the three year old had wanted to bring a certain female an unique gift. Foolish, so bloody foolish. Only fools did such things, and he had just proved that he was one.
He should have spent the day marking the newer part of the territory and taken a look at the island, which he had decided was a part of Dahlia as well. Instead.. yeah, he had spoiled what could have been an acceptable day. A soft mist came creeping up on him, but Haku's nose followed his own trail back to the Flower Power pack, so eyesight was not something he cared about. Yet, as the fog built up a silver hued wall around him, he could not help get the same comfortable feeling he always did in such weather. He felt completely at ease. Sounds seemed to fade somewhat, and nothing was left but him, and only him. Bulletproof loneliness. The male's footsteps slowed down to slow motion as a scent, despite the wall of gray and an unusual lazy breeze, reached his nostrils, disturbing his planned travel route. He recognized it and wondered why the hell she still was here. He knew how most of them were. Ignorant fools wandering from one group to another, staying for a while, eat, sleep, whatever, then they left the pack behind without paying the bill.
There was a soft pressure behind his eyes. The male knew he should keep to his path and spend the rest of the day alone. There were certain ways to predict visitors, and he could feel a warm breath blowing the fur on his neck. Haku broke the straight line he had been walking in and followed the light and teasing scent. He found her eventually, sitting on the rock after a bath. Odd gal, who would take a bath in this weather? Haku had never had troubles with cold because of his arctic blood, but he would have thought himself that it was a tad too chilly in the air for a casual bath. What was Cwmfen doing here all by herself anyway? Why was she not doing something worthwhile in Dahlia? Same reason as him? He did not give a fuck. He was irritated because he had wasted his own day, and when the rabbit hunt had gone wrong after all those hours, he had been fucking pissed off, ready to explode like the unstable volcano he was. The worst part was that, after a while, he had realized that the damn little critter had merely been playing with him. It had not found sanctuary in any hole or tree, merely continued its flight with a grace its hunter never could obtain.
A few silent steps closer. Chocolate ears flattened somewhat and blue eyes took in the black form with the fascinating markings. She had triggered his curiosity when they first had met, and it had apparently not faded away since then. She was elegant and well shaped, and he could not help but find her attractive, especially with soaked wet fur clinging somewhat to her, revealing her shapes somewhat better. He loved looking at a female in the luperci form. Enjoying yourself, Cwmfen? He did not bother warming up his voice before speaking. He would not pretend to be in a better mood than he was.
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Sorry for the wait!
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“Haku!” The dancing voice was quiet, but the silver tones held her mild surprise. Haku was the last creature Cwmfen nic Graine was excepting to see—then again, she wasn’t really expecting any one in particular. She wondered what he was doing here, but supposed that he could be wondering the same about her. She of course, was here to cleanse in the waters of Nemain (all waters were Nemain’s, for the moon was reflected upon their surface). The spiritual cleansing, she thought, would be appropriate for the discovery of what she was. The whole ritual had been cloven down to a simple bathing, for she was unsure whether the power or eyes of Nemain stretched so far across the oceans. She doubted that they could, but she had bathed regardless, honoring the goddess of her homeland.
Having realized Haku’s presence and also his rank, Cwmfen, whose posture was not elevated even initially, lowered her body to lay upon the cold stone. She flinched, scarcely, as her belly made contact with the gelid surface, but she relaxed upon it soon after. The luperci body was still foreign to the woad-marked female, and she seemed to struggle a bit with the placement of her hind legs. And, after finding a comfortable position for them, she looked bashfully at her paws before returning the white gaze to the Lilium. The mist that swirled lazily about them obscured sections of Haku’s form, making the mood she felt of him more ominous than it should have been. She wondered at his black disposition, but she did not want to pry.
“Yes, I am,” came her reply. Simple and uncomplicated. A small, amicable smile crossed the graceful maw; she seemingly ignored his unwelcoming tone, passing no judgment upon him. In the half-light of the moonlight reflected upon the fog, the woad markings as well as the strange white eyes seemed to glow against the blackness of her coat. The black female was less shy than she could have been, for she had already once before been acquainted with this male. It had been a short greeting at the boarders, but it was a meeting none the less. And this night marked the first reunion with any one of these lands. She did not wonder why that was so; she had kept to herself for much of her time, partially afraid to meet any one new. She laughed admonishingly to herself.
Shivering once, she wondered at his presence. “I must admit that I did not expect your appearance...” The slight lilt of her voice flickered in the air between them. She wondered once more why he had even permitted his presence to be known by her self. “Is there something which I may help you with?” The marked face tilted unconsciously with the voiced question, and her hair was shifted across her face. The frosty orbs peered upon the features of the chocolate male, passing momentarily over the striking, blue eyes. It was as if, with her attainment of this luperci form, she was able to better appreciate the features of this dominant male. She could not help, however, the small, reminding fear that festered within the deep recesses of her mind.
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This be so short 
Why did she sound so tranquil? To be honest there were few things that surprised Haku. Dahlia members could probably be found anywhere in these lands. They had become small, and there was not really much duties to be done in the packlands nowadays, except for Haku, that was the only goddamn scout after Ember for some reason had fled the lands and joined, from what he had figured out in his own little investigation; Esper Hollow. He had also caught the scent of the famous de le Poer, and he was quite sure he knew that the blonde had put a finger into the game when Dahlia and Inferni had crashed together for the last time.
He saw her press her body slightly down towards the rock to show him respect. So perfect. He was not too sure how real the female in fact was. Black as night, with those special orbs glowing dimly like the twinkle from a long dead star. She did not expect him, he did not expect her, blah blah, yeah. For a moment he bared his teeth slightly before he started moving slowly towards her. Same back at you, beautiful. He kept his gaze on her slender, angel like face. He shrugged at her soft question. She could have helped him getting rid of this pathetic mood he was experiencing, but part of him loved being a pissy dirtbag.
Could you please come closer, Cwmfen? He stopped close to the water and simply stared at her, waiting for her elegant body to start move towards him.
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That’s okay, I don’t mind, ^=^
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He bared his teeth at her, and she felt a spark of that exhilarating fear that walked alongside the dangers of the world. She had forgotten that Haku, while having been kind to her at the boarders, had held a darkness about him. The chocolate male’s belligerent nature seemed to have been revealed to her at this moment, and she knew that there was a measure of unpredictability about him, but she did not flinch or turn away from him but shyly held his company. When he began to move towards her, a muscle in her leg twitched as it bade her to move, to be wary, for the approaching male would easily overcome her, but she controlled herself. (And for the gelid air, the twitch could have been dismissed as a shivering, which was beginning to take on a regular rhythm.) She was Haku’s inferior within the pack; there was nothing to fear... And yet, she felt an uncertainty.
His vocative caught her off guard, and she did not know how to respond to that. It made her uncomfortable, for she did not necessarily believe herself so. Perhaps flattered, but modestly so, the woad-marked luperci looked away bashfully, smiling shyly to herself. The black auds pressed against her head in a likewise fashion, but she turned her gaze back to the earthen male, not wishing to disrespect him.
While shy and socially uncomfortable before him, she did feel a strange attraction towards this male. She supposed that it was his strange aggression—indifferent and almost sadistic—that intrigued her... It was the same infatuation that she had with the dying, a strange satisfaction and yet a strange love. It was this infatuation that she found intriguing in her father. The black female’s life revolved about the relinquishing of that creature, and yet, deep inside, deeper than the fear and humiliation, there was a carnal desire of that wolf. And now, with this bellicose male, she felt a similar desire, and was both yearning and fearing was she felt for him... She hardly knew him, and yet she bore these damned emotions so soon. She knew also that this was from her father’s sinister soul, an inheritance that seemed to bring about her own damnation. Cwmfen relinquished a hardly discernable sigh, this time of exasperation with herself.
A command was offered to her. She did not hesitate to obey, but her movements were slow as her cold muscles flexed to resist the cold that seeped into them. She wondered why he had bid her come, and she almost wished to resist him, but, because he was her superior, the black female was silent and did not protest. She crossed the distance between them with relative ease, having risen smoothly to her full height before making calculated steps that crossed the distance between the two easily. Her movements were strangely elegant, like a cat or a deer, and her body, made for battle and endurance, tried to ward off the rapidly cooling night, but the damp coat decided otherwise. However, the shivering had stopped, and her cold discomfort was not apparent. The white orbs, almost glowing in the half light, were focused on the ground, not in insecurity, but for the simple fact that she didn’t know where else to watch. The black, woad-marked tail swished uncomfortably behind her as she ceased an arm’s length from him.
The banded maw turned back towards the Lilium. The white orbs peered at him interestedly, but she seemed confused as what she were to do. What was causing his aggravation? The silence that she offered him was questioning, but still she did not speak. Cwmfen could feel the warmth of his body from where she stood, but the heat of aggression from his gaze was stronger.
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I suck lalala
The dark beauty did as he asked without any questions. It aggravated him to further highs, that she did not resist or set any question marks to his odd request. Surely, her mind was wondering, but no words escaped Cwmfen. It did not honestly irritate him, but he wanted her to confront him, he wanted her to try to stop him. He was not happy with how things were, this was not the path that he had set out. He needed to be able to smell and taste the blood on his hands, needed misery. A part of him seemed to dull down and was unable to survive without it, and that was his key to immortality. He wanted it back, longed for it, craved it. He wanted her to face him.
Swiftly his own feet brought him past her personal room, brought him so close to her that he could almost feel her warm and furry skin. His hand grabbed the lower part of her jaw and forced it to face him, their noses no more than inches apart. Look at me, the male hissed, slightly lifting his lips to reveal his fangs yet again. A talon trailed her cheek and chin, on the brick of drawing blood. Almost. He had no reason for this behaviour, but Haku simply did not need one. It was dangerous, as Cercelee was very likely to get hold of this if Cwmfen was one of those who ran to the upper hold and told. Right now, he was unable to care though. Do you fear me? A mild curiosity was all that could be detected in his voice now.
He just wanted to hear her voice, look into the young female’s unique orbs. He wanted to see what was happening in the foggy pools of her, behind her outer layers.
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Cwmfen was startled by Haku’s sudden movement, but she did not flinch or draw back. He closed the distance between them with ease, and she let him. Curiosity washed over her mind, and she ignored the black warning in the back of her mind. She knew what this male was capable of. She hardly knew him, yet she was aware suddenly of the black thing that was wrapped neatly about his soul. She wanted to reach out and touch it, to see and taste what it was, but it was beyond her reach. The white orbs peered into the wild blue eyes—she saw it, but could not taste it or feel it. She was merely a spectator from a distance. What she felt was the heat of his skin, the tendrils of the hot air licking her chilled skin. It was welcoming, and the black female wanted to draw in closer to steal that warmth.
Abruptly, his grip found her woad-bound jaw. He commanded her to look, and she did so willingly, the curiosity overwhelming. But she was displeased that he had touched her-- how dare he touch me? Her hackles rose and bristled, her maw contorting in the beginnings of a snarl. White teeth flashed in the dark before she relaxed, lowering her hackles and softening her features. Her expression seemed discontented for the contact that he had forced, but she did nothing more to display it so. The beat of her heart was strong now, quicker, but for what she did not know. Fear? Or excitement? Haku’s claw traced her cheek, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. His hand was warm, she realized, and her own woad-marked fingers reached up to touch the chocolate hand. There she felt the strength beneath the skin, a strength that easily surpassed her own, and the warning in her mind sounded once more, heightening her senses, intensifying her sense of touch and smell. The scent was overpowering...
A question. Simple, brief. And yet so many things flickered through her mind. Was she afraid? She felt the warning. She knew that he surpassed her in strength. She knew what he could do. But did that frighten her? She looked away. "No," she breathed quietly. But why? Perhaps she was intrigued more than frightened. Perhaps he exhilarated her more than terrified. Perhaps she was impressed by his rank, his strength. Or perhaps she simply knew that if she wanted, she could slip through his grasp. There was more than woad-markings to Cwmfen.
The white orbs returned to the Lilium. What did he want? Why was he here? He seemed to provoke her, and yet she was not provoked to the point of resisting him. "Why are you doing this?" She demanded quietly. Her own hand found the pressure point in his—between the thumb and the index—and removed it from her face. There was a ferocity in her gaze that she would not have dared expose while on pack lands. She did not know why location made a difference—he was still her superior. But she was bristling inside with both curiosity and hostility. It was only the exterior that remained calm.
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Oh, the male instincts that drove them all forward. The softness of the still slightly wet fur was not ignored, caressing his fingers. Unfortunately, he was very well aware of the restrictions that had been set up for him. Still, a youth young and filled with such beauty as this one created temptation. Temptation was a thing Haku never before had let pass. He ALWAYS got what he wanted, even when it was received through violent force. This was why he partly hated what he had become now. He had to chain down and attempt to control his impulses, which he had not done since he had left Clouded Tears as a teenager three years ago. The Lilium gazed into those misty eyes, almost visibly taken back by her unique features. So young and uncorrupted, how could Cercelee possibly think that he was able to control himself when faced with one of the world’s wonders? Firefly was far away from his mind, made things seem reachable.
He did notice her hackles rising, and the ghost of a snarl that entered and vanished. Oh, so she disliked touch. Slim fingers reached up to his hand. Was she about to reject him? Her one word answer caused a smirk to break into his face. It did not matter if she did or not. Enough feared and despised him. Nothing mattered, really. A question was silently offered in return, and he let his hand leave her face. The ferocity that suddenly reached the surface in her silver orbs caused his hackles to rise, not in aggression, but in quiet pleasure that caused goosebumps to travel up his spine. His heart beats picked up slightly. Her question seemed to be left unanswered. Do you know how beautiful you are? His voice was hushed and quiet, barely anything but a whisper.
You’re so unique in many ways.. He leaned slightly back and let his eyes take in her full figure, not bothering to hide the apparent pleasure he found in doing so. Such a fine little trophy. The hand she had removed twitched unconsciously, wanted to feel the jet black fur once again.
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Shall we have this fade to black and ‘continue’ in The Long Nights?
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Do you know how beautiful you are? A sharp intake of air. She felt as though someone had struck her with a leaf-shaped spear in her chest. His words, barely a whisper, rang in her ears. She took a step back (the white orbs watching Haku warily), recoiling as if bracing herself from the blow that she had received. There was fear, suddenly, within her, an irrational fear, as all fears were, but there was something deeper in this fear. Her breath quickened slightly, and she felt her heart beating like a wild drum within her chest. Her lithe form trembled for the cold air, but now it was laced with fear. She did not know why his words scared her so. No one had told her that before, and she had never thought of herself in that way. She had always been confident, but that had been due to her ability to survive all these years. She could fight a wolf, but how did she fight words such as these? Did these words need to be fought? Was he playing with her pride? Perhaps, but she did not know how to defend herself from this either.
You’re so unique in many ways.. He leaned back, inspecting her. Her posture straitened, and she watched him defiantly. She tried to discard the fear in her heart, for her pride was stronger. The female let him look, challenging him to approach. And yet, at once she seemed to be in submission as she stood there offering her body to his eyes. Cwmfen saw the joy he took in his surveillance, and she herself took some small joy in his approval. Part of her needed his approval, as he was her superior. Her gaze flickered over the chocolate male. She noted his physique, his strength. The woad-marked female saw the twitch in his hand, and her gaze returned to lay upon the clear blue eyes of the other.... They were so clear and pure, juxtaposing to his demeanor.
Haku was the high-ranking male of Dahlia de Mai. In the back of her mind, something urged her forward, but her body was not yet ready to accept this male in that way. She scented his desire, thick and overpowering in the cold air between them. It awoke a dormant desire within her own body, but maturity had not yet graced her, and she feared that he would overcome her, repeating what her father, the crow-wolf, had done to her. (Yet, would it be the same, for there was a desire deep within her for this male, and silently, deeply, she wished that he would....) That fear leaked into the air.
Cwmfen nic Graine remained silent, replying with nothing. She found no words with which she could reply. The female remained motionless where she was, unable to move closer or farther, and her fear had begun to abate, though it remained as a warning in the back of her mind. He had offered her a complement, but there was a darker question in its undertones, and she growled softly in her throat—a question of her own.
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