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The indigo ice was the strangest, most extraordinary occurrence in nature that Geneva had ever seen before. She trailed it as she walked on the damp, soggy ground beneath the stream. It wasn't the most magnificent stream she'd ever seen, but it looked deep enough to be formidable. She had sought this land for possible game, wanting to fill the larders at Haven Mansion, but now she found herself otherwise preoccupied.
The wolfess was like a dog with a bone when she found something new, something she couldn't explain. She worried at it, looking at it from different angles. She loved to think, to ponder, to theorize. She had spent much of her childhood wondering at life's mysteries, instead of taking part in them.
And realizing this, Geneva decided to take a closer look. There was no reason she couldn't look and touch the strange phenomenon. At least the slightest bit. She'd be careful. The small wolfess ventured out gingerly, carefully calculating her steps. She felt a sense of elation when she had made it three feet across. But that elation turned to panic as the ice cracked around her like jigsaw pieces and she fell through.Oh, crap. She struggled against the current below, cursing the fact that she had exhaled all her breath out before being immersed in the cold water.
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Ice was ice, end of discussion. He always took care to avoid the frozen streams. The ice was almost always unsure because the water was always moving; therefore one could never know how thick the ice was. The man had left Dahlia behind because the place was starting to give him a head ache. Things would settle somewhat, of course, but right now it was the eye of the storm to the Lilium. New children and old children and an additional snot that had no blood ties whatsoever. Only slightly negative thing about being away was that he knew that Svara would have emptied the fridge (agaaaaaain) before this day grew old. His life was a fucking mess. He was no father, no caretaker.
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He had taken care to slightly avoid the female that smelled of Crimson Dreams. He was in no mood for silly chit chatting, not with anyone, especially not with a complete stranger. He had far behind the female when he first had caught her scent, and then as she had caught a glimpse from distance that she had changed her pace and ventured out on ice, he had decided to stalk past and go on walking aimlessly. In the end, he knew he would slowly walk in a half circle and set his route back to Dahlia. He was halfway past the adult female when a crack made his ears flicker. It was low, he had barely noticed it, but it was there alright.
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He broke off from his path and picked up his pace slightly as he went for the stream. Splashes and perhaps even a gasp could be heard, and then the scene revealed itself to him. He lowered his face and watched the female struggle for her life. He did not know this wolf, and he believed in letting things go the nature’s way, and that meant this female was in deep water (fitting, eh?). He stalked slightly sideways and revealed himself as he tried to get a better audience seat. Haku wanted to see the female drown. He wanted to watch her grow weaker and swallow water before she finally went under and disappeared forever.
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Geneva shivered as felt the strength of the current. It was surprising to feel its strength. She hadn't estimated that the current beneath the ice would be so strong. For some reason, she had believed that the water below would be frozen as well. It was surreal to have this thought process as the cold sank into her, bone deep and deeper. She clenched her teeth as her muscles strained, letting the cold sink into her body, trying to overcome the shock of the fall and the depth of the deathly chill.
It seemed that someone had it in for Geneva this week, or she had somehow become accident prone on a fatal level. Just as the stream below her churned, her mind churned out images at the lighthouse, where she had almost plummeted to her demise earlier. Luckily, Anu had been there to save her. Geneva no longer had that option and she had to save herself this time. Grimly, the wolfess felt resolution flood her body, a byproduct of the survival instinct. She wouldn't go quietly.
Her struggles renewed, Geneva tried to think logically as the current buffeted her body away from oxygen. The strength she felt in her limbs was false, and she knew it. It was born out of her fight-or-flight instincts. She needed oxygen either way.
She opened her lime green eyes beneath the water, without having realized she had closed them. The cold stung, but she found that she was calmer with her sight restored. Better to die knowing what was going on, she thought grimly. Geneva wasn’t afraid to die. But she was afraid to die without trying. She was afraid of never seeing Anu again, of never seeing Haven grow taller than her, of never knowing another night in the library with Jazper.
With a strange burst of energy, she broke the surface of the stream. Spitting water, she blinked rapidly and clawed blindly at the ice’s surface. Blinking, the vision of a brown male with intense blue eyes came into view. In the three seconds she had to claw and scramble at the ice’s surface, she realized that he was watching her struggle for life like it was some sort of entertainment. She had a split second to realize that before a particularly strong part of the current swept her back beneath the water.
Geneva experienced a moment of surreal outrage as she continued to beat her legs against the current, trying to keep the water-blurred image of the sky in sight. If she drifted farther than the crack in the ice, she was a goner and she knew it. There was no way she’d have the luck of breaking through the ice again, and she knew it. The male was just sitting there like she was the entertainment before dinner! Maybe he had a taste for freeze-dried lupus corpus.
Like a big brown buzzard, Geneva thought darkly, but also felt the urge to laugh as the oxygen thinned in her brain. With a last desparate attempt, feeling consciousness fading, she surged toward the surface and broke through. She was well acquainted with the feelings of a strong current coming on and knew her time was short. She new she only had few precious seconds. She should have spent those seconds gulping down as much air as possible, but her oxygen starved brain had other ideas. Instead she spat a stream of icy water in the stupid buzzard’s direction before being swept under again. Her vision went dark before she even disappeared below the surface, her last thought being that she had really showed him. Funny how the prospect of dying had totally reordered her priorities. [/html]
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He knew he was wicked, but this was a situation without consequences for the chocolate hued male. He had seen people dying, by his own hand and whatever not. He enjoyed watching them disappear from the surface of the earth. He had never watched anyone drown before though, and he found the dramatic struggle for life intriguing. His hackles rose quickly as he imagined himself in her position, water flowing everywhere, dragging him down and shutting out the light. The hungry look on his face changed into surprise as the wolfess' gaze met his for a brief moment before her head disappeared under the strong stream. He stalked a few steps closer in a mild desperation to see the female body disappear fully following the living river under the ice.
Even though this was something he ached to see happen, he was not entirely sure if this was something he should let pass. Although he cared little for the other packs, some positive criticism would be welcomed of Dahlia de Mai. He had ruined quite a bit of his pack's reputation in the Dahlia versus Inferni war by his random killing and his way of doing it. Maybe Haku the Hero was better than Haku the Villain. Either way was fine by him, because he was pathetically free of worries when it came to other packs and creatures outside of Dahlia. That was what kept him back, and the eye contact had made his fur rise, done something to him. He assumed it was too late by the time her face appeared again above the ice cold water, and his surprise was big when a sprout of water was sent in his direction and almost hit him straight in the face.
Of all things, she had chosen this to be her final act in life. Spitting at Haku. His body moved swiftly towards where the gray female was disappearing. This should only have strengthened his choice to stay as a mere death watcher, but Haku did not function like normal beings. He cursed his own form, the simple four legged wolf form. He snapped at the empty surface and raced along with the river while attempting to make an impossibly quick shapeshift. He kicked off and went through the ice himself when he landed. He gasped at the sick temperature and went under the surface. He turned around in the water and forced his eyes open as he searched for the canine that was bound to drift towards him. He was almost as good as blind, but after a few moments, a dark shadow drifted towards him. He was only halfway through his full shift (after years of active practice of shifting, this was one of his strongest skills in Haku's opinion), so he blindly grabbed a piece of fur with his over sized jaws and struggled towards the spot where he had gone through himself.
He cursed himself for his own actions, but managed to keep a clear mind as he struggled to reach the surface with the heavy heap of wolf. He reached the surface and let air flow through his nostrils. It burned like fire. He clawed at the ice with half finished claws. With halfling strength he was stronger than she had been he shattered the icy surface in the direction of the shore. His body would soon take in the full ice cold temperature when he ran empty for adrenaline. When he finally felt something solid under his feet, his mind relaxed slightly, and his form was closer to full werewolf. His jaws ached, and he grapped the limb female and pushed her up from the water when he was unable to break through the ice any longer. He dragged his own tired body out of the icy river and crawled to proper soil, and dragged the female with him. When they both were a few feet away from the mostly iced river he turned to the female, wondering if she was dead and if not, then how much water had been swallowed. He placed both hands on the Crimson Dreams female's chest and pushed down hard, hoping he would be granted any reaction at all.
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