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The hunt had gone well and the alabaster femme had not since long left the company of the woad-marked she-wolf. Taking the path towards Ethereal Eclipse onwards to her pack, the pale Crimson Dreamer now passed through Overgrowth Sunrise, her pace light but also quick. Although pleased with herself for having helped the dark female with hunting a more substantial prey for her to sustain herself for her pups, Urma was now eager to get home, where she could mule over the recent happenings. The loneliness came to her like a long-awaited friend, bringing with it the scent of the past. As she wondered through Dahlian lands, she could do little to find a suitable impediment for her mind not to wander back to the things that strongly affected her. While in the ebony leader's company, such musings had not haunted the white femme to the degree that they were threatening to now.
The surroundings were open, allowing the Crimson Dreamer to see anything and anyone within a considerable distance. It also, however, meant that anyone could spot her. Although Cwmfen had not threatened her in any way, had in fact not even considered being in the slightest manner unkind to her, she did not know what wolves roamed the lands of Dahlia de Mai. Pilot's misfortune, as she still wanted to consider it as such until further knowledge was proffered her, had made her weary of all strangers, and not just the coyotes in Inferni. Although the Dahlian territory had so far seemed much safer than the barren lands of Inferni, the Crimson Dreamer could not help but feel apprehensive passing through it in the open, vulnerable by all means.
The path she was following kept narrowing, until all but a faded trail disappeared, as if swallowed by the earth. However, used to long journeys, the pale female almost took no notice of her whereabouts, the lands holding a strange sense of familiarity from her fleeting passages through it, a while back, in her search for Pilot. She kept a steady pace in the same direction, following what was left of the rapidly vanishing path, drawn back to her thoughts about the Inferni Aquila as if it were a particularly pleasant memory. Her eyes flickered for just a moment at the recollection, and a new feeling erupted from deep inside her, hidden as it had been under the folds of her blissful denial. The anger slowly rising within her kindled slowly, and she followed the road towards home filled with an unquenchable hatred for all that had plotted to take Pilot away from her.
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Fuck. He hated those fucking traps. He understood the mechanisms, but they were a pain. He had thought it impossible for him too to accidentally run into one of those traps that recently had popped up all around the Dahlian borders, but he had barely saved his leg moments ago when he had walked almost right into a trap that had been set further outside of the Dahlian lands. The adrenaline had already kicked in, and the man had of course deactivated the bear trap instantly when he had realized that he had almost lost a limb. He had done so by picking up a random stick in his jaws and throwing it on top of the human made thing, and it had snapped shut and shattered the wood in half. There were impressive strength in such a simple thing, but he was too angry to be able to appreciate such a thing right now. After the near-accident, the man had continued on his route home, but again his attention was snapped away from the homeland. Well, not exactly, because now his attention was on the woman that seemed to be coming from the flower pack. His teeth grinded together, creating an unpleasant sound. Nearly as unpleasant as his processing thoughts. Haku self thought himself to be good at controlling himself, but he was having issues now.
The landscape was much more open than what he would have preferred, but he did not care if she saw her worst nightmare approaching. The secui padded determinately towards her, though there was nothing in his pose that revealed the foul mood within the rotten core. He stopped when he was close enough to detect the colour of the white female’s eyes. He stopped then, brilliantly blue orbs staring accusingly at her, as if she had been found guilty for doing something horrible.
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OOC: Don't worry, your writing is always lovely  ::Word Count:: 400+
Her thoughts clawed at her, each demanding more attention than the one before, adding up to her already short temper and making her more irritable than before. The way suddenly seemed longer and more tedious with each step, not because the pale femme was in any way tired, but because her hostile thoughts amplified in their magnitude and dimension. She had the impression she heard a faint rustle, like that of wind gently moving the leaves on a tree, and although in other circumstances she would have given that sound more attention, now she forgot it almost as soon as she had picked it up. Continuing her way through Dahlian lands, the alabaster female brooded silently, strangely relishing the novelty behind an anger she had never before experienced. In other circumstances she would have calmed down and shifted back to Lupus form for the journey back to Crimson Dreams; it was odd that being in Secui didn't bother her, as she rarely ever stayed in this form outside of hunting. It was, of course, a clear indicator of her dizzying feelings and how much they were currently affecting her.
The white she-wolf picked up the soft noise of paws on earth, and it was only this sound that stopped her. Her eyes still flickering with kindling rage, she sniffed around, but couldn't pick up anything amongst the unfamiliar smells of Dahlia de Mai. Short-tempered as she was, she continued her way undeterred, cursing under her breath all that she had found out in Inferni. Damn Hybrid. Damn him and damn all the coyotes who knew but didn't do a thing. Her eyes shone like steel, warning anyone who knew Urma that she was in a foul mood. She had no idea why this rage had surfaced now-- but somehow it made sense that after all her denial, the worries would come back to haunt her on a different scale. The dangerous train of thoughts she was following ended abruptly as she stopped, her amber eyes level with brilliantly blue ones. Had the Crimson Dreamer been in any way in a better mood, she would have stopped at once and apologized for her intrusion in Dahlian lands, would have explained her presence here with references to her hunt with Cwmfen. As it stood, however, Urma was in no way herself; vexed, she almost spat a "You're in my way," before walking straight past the stranger.
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Oh, did she understand how dangerous this was? Her words had doomed her, and the moment those words were out, that demonic need to tear and crush tugged at him, begged him to release his grip on reality and become one with the taint. Haku wanted to, but he was not beyond reasoning. Crimson Dreams or not, there was no excuse for such behaviour. Did she know who he was? What he could do? Did he know that he had torn apart a member of her pack only one or two months ago? Did she know that he had ripped the flesh off the body and devoured it while the white scarred man had still lived? Insignificant little creature, she knew nothing. The male allowed her to get two steps away before he turned slowly like the ancient god he was. He was the son of the devil, and his father now told him: ‘do as thou wilt’. The offspring from hell wanted to please those dark powers.
In complete silence, he caught up with her. Lips withdrew without hesitation and revealed those yellowing fangs of a murderer, and those dangerous tools snapped shut mere inches from the white woman’s muzzle. He stepped ahead of her then, his frame facing hers as he once again placed himself in her path, but so much closer, suddenly so much more dangerous now. Could she detect the death of one thousand souls on his breath? It was odd how such a warm colour of blue could be so deadly and cold in an instant. There only existed death behind the deceiving blue. He wanted to taste this one too. ”I’m sorry, but I’m not sure if I heard what you said back there.” lips curled slowly with such evil energy, and perhaps for once the demon’s own face could be detected in the scarred face of the secui. She needed to fear him.
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She hadn't taken even a few steps when she felt the warm, menacing breath of the male only inches from her muzzle. When he blocked her path once more, his blue eyes were no longer the same-- they conveyed a thousands dangers in a single glint. By this point, Urma would have tore the ground beneath her in an attempt to escape; this time, however, fueled by her shimmering anger, she stood her ground defiantly. Her gaze didn't drift a second from his as she said, "I think you heard very well what I said. Otherwise you wouldn't still be in my way." Her tone wasn't patronizing in any way, but the manner in which she spoke clearly indicated hostility and little to no patience with the wolf.
However, she was not ignorant of the wolf's size. Also in Secui form, he loomed taller over her, more menacing and far more undeterred. The pale female could not know what his intentions were, but the content mood in which she had left Cwmfen had long gone, leaving room only for this unnatural rage, while also making it impossible for the Crimson Dreamer to anticipate what her words could cause. The wolf's lips curled, but Urma's only response was what she stated further, her tone rising in defiance. "If you are a Dahlian who thinks I am trespassing in your lands, you may well move aside, for you are wrong. I've just finished hunting alongside the woad-marked she-wolf, Cwmfen." Her voice was curt and to the point, leaving no trace of doubt that his presence annoyed her more than it troubled her. Surely, in anyone else's eyes, including the stranger's before her, she would seem foolish to instigate the male in such a manner. Her heart, however, was poisoned with grief turned into too many regrets that had eventually surfaced as full-blown rage.
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She ignored the warning he had granted her, and the edges of his vision started to pulse slowly in reddish colours. His teeth gleamed dangerously in the remaining light. She started with more bullshit, but before her last sentence had left her mouth, his dark and dangerous voice broke in. ”Oh, so because you’ve been playing around with a friend in Dahlia it gives you right to parade around and behave like the fucking lowlife you are?”. He stepped towards her, brushing up against her and staring down at her with blue orbs that screamed of fire and death. He tolerated very little before he became dangerous, and this female had gone way past the boundary. He had been kind, he had given her multiple chances already, but this was one of the classic little bitches that believed they were entitled to do whatever they wanted without consequences. Well, Haku was here and he was about to show her just how well he tolerated such bullshit.
Cwmfen was a little whore and he regretted that her father had not managed to make her disappear. That was the only reason why Haku had not gone after the pied male in the first place. Corvus Vendetta had killed one of Haku’s pack members, and he had allowed this because the black eyed man had revealed that he was going to take Cwmfen and make her his own. Haku had trusted that this would be done, but the now deceased psychopath had failed, and she was still roaming around with her pathetic, dressed-up boyfriend. The white woman had mentioned Cwmfen in her defence, but it had only added more fuel to the burning sensation in the demon’s body. She thought this meant that she was safe? No one was safe from Haku because he was the cat playing games with the mice. They were easily exposable, and if he wished, this woman would never see Crimson Dreams again. He would claw out her eyes and eat her flesh, devour her soul and feast on her dead body.
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The pale femme watched the wolf in front of her with something almost bordering distaste. If he, for even a second, though that insulting her would give him any satisfaction, it would then be to his dismay to find that the situation was otherwise. She stood her ground determinedly, not for a moment wavering under the power and hatred of his words. Her legs didn't tremble as he seemed to tower over her and her heart skipped no beat as she maintained eye contact with the furious wolf. Her refusal to truckle in front of him gave her strength--it also seemed, however, to enrage the stranger further. This was by no means something Urma was willingly doing; although this would probably have been the best time for her to put aside her raving anguish, she found it impossible to do so. Things never seemed to improve for her, and not a single day went by without her thinking how much she wished she could make sense of what was happening.
His bared fangs told stories by themselves, not to mention the threatening glint in his eyes. The things she could see in the wolf made her shiver imperceptibly, but in the next moment her fleeting fear was unceremoniously tossed aside in favour of her blooming anger. The wolf was still keeping her from going any further, and shouldering her way past him didn't feel like such a good option, since it had failed once before. Her presence seemed to provoke the male, and her amber eyes glinted menacingly at the thought. His lands or not, she was doing no one any harm, and she saw no reason for the wolf to become so irritated by the few things she had uttered. What business of his was her presence here? She had explained herself much more than was needed. Her thoughts a battlefield between poisonous rage and instinctive fear, the white female said, exasperatedly, "I've explained myself more than enough to you. Now, will you please get out of my way or do you have zero comprehension of the fact that you're blocking my path?" Maybe she was pushing it, but almost nothing in the world could make her see reason now.
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His eyes screamed of poisonous darkness, but behind the pools glowing with his distaste, there was amusement. Haku loved what he did. He loved how easily she set her course towards certain doom. He did not mind, just wanted to take her further until the point of no return was reached. He would get out of her way soon enough, but not before; ”Of course, but first you need to be taught a little lesson.” his calm voice cheerily announced. His eyes suddenly twinkled almost pleasantly, because this was only for her own good. Surely she had to be able to appreciate that. If she did not want to see reason, then he would simply open her eyes further so that she would be able to see so much clearer. Haku was marred, fresh cuts still healing, but this woman was much smaller, and unlike the one eyed woman she would not be given time to change into a stronger form.
Teeth suddenly flashed again, but now they reached out for her, darting after the woman’s throat. His body too, now moved forwards, unstoppable like a heavy tank against a defenceless human. He would teach her how troublesome subordinates were to be handled.
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OOC: That's okay Mine are a bit longer because they have lots of blah blah blah in them xD ::Word Count:: 300+
The fair Crimson Dreamer registered the change in his eyes, the dangerous flickers of light, like the flash of claws in the air. Deep down, primordial fear had settled, warning whatever was left of her reason to take care around the male and try as much as possible not to anger him further. And maybe Urma would have finally given this thought the attention and heed it was due-- had the wolf not patronized her. The rage that had been reduced by her building fright returned with full force, and her golden eyes flashed with renewed hatred. This wolf could easily be Hybrid. Heartless, cold and uncaring and unwilling to sympathize with the fact that the world did not necessarily answer to his whims. Even if it was unlikely that this particular individual was Hybrid himself, he could easily be just like him. Just as loathing and spiteful. Thinking that anyone who wasn't a match for him wasn't even worthy of the light of day.
Her muscles tensed and she recoiled from him as he advanced, only a fraction of a second faster than the male's bared teeth. Although her heart skipped a beat at the near contact, her mind was decided not to grant this wolf the satisfaction of seeing her flee just yet. She was conscious of the fact that she was no match to him, but her rage didn't allow room for second thoughts or minor doubts. Maybe fighting had never been her thing, but then again she had never before felt the enmity coursing through her veins, doubling the adrenaline and the increased flow of blood. Her own fangs bared, she warned him with a deep growl, "Careful, wolf. You're in no position to teach me anything. You're nothing I haven't seen before, or despised." She wasn't wary of making her feelings for the male known. She had heard of many evils, and while she didn't belittle him as one, neither did she give him the satisfaction of thinking he was the foulest of them all.
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Why did he always offer these bitches so many second chances? For a moment his whole expression and pose turned blank as the woman growled out angry and spiteful words at him. He felt sin and taint pushing, always pushing. She seemed so sure on her words. It was almost funny how wrong she was. She was foolish for not turning and running away. Foolish for not backing away from him. Getting her would be all too easy. He did not have to execute any distance between them. His jaws only had to part and seek out that delicious flesh. He aimed for her throat and neck, though any part of her would do. He just wanted her blood, nothing more. Most seemed to believe it was a lot to ask for, so Haku would take. Hopefully she would learn the lesson at some point as well. If not then he could always dispose of her body after he had ripped off a little trophy to keep.
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OOC: Bah, don't worry so much, it's not like mine will be any better. Also, any powerplay you need to make, seeing as Urma will so lose this, it's okay with me. As long as she's not dead by the end of it xD ::Word Count:: 300+
The white female kept her eyes fixed on the unpredictable stranger before her, smelling danger on the air and almost sensing the threat behind his blank pose. The fear that had been growing within her battled her inexplicable rage, the desire to run and that to fight clashing heavily and leaving her without any definite course of action. Nonetheless, her muscles tensed under the implicit hint that an attack would ensue any minute now, and her entire pose spoke of edgy reactions fueled by her inner turmoil. She knew she was being far from reasonable, or realistic at that: the wolf was roughly twice her size, his muscles well-formed and his entire attire spoke of numerous disputes that had left him only barely marred. His eyes glinted in the half-light that was rapidly setting, warning her of perils none dared spoke of, of bloodshed and the triumph behind each successful strike of fangs or claws.
Her heart beat rapidly as she barely avoided his strong jaws, feeling the tension in her neck as the dangerously close teeth briefly touched her generous pelt. Deep down, the loss of such a fight weighed her down, trying vainly to convince her of the futility of any action she took against the wolf. The only thing she could do was to protect herself, instead of issuing an attack of her own. She retreated a few steps, faced with the unpredictable nature of the stranger before her, and also wary as to how to proceed herself. The option of running was still available, but what still remained of her rage, a significant amount at that, stopped her legs from moving, willing her to stand her ground. The white female desperately pushed the fear to the back of her mind and concentrated on the necessity of allowing her entire body and mind to be controlled by her anger. She bared her fangs once more, standing on edge, her eyes fixed on the male's glinting gaze, knowing that eye contact was vital, but also feeling pure terror seep into her bones.
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It was well done of her to manage to evade those hungry jaws of his. Fangs merely caressed ivory pelt, and the man intentionally withdrew his hair sharply with a last wish of at least pulling a few hairs out to help her realize that she was soon to experience a rather high amount of pain. Haku had once gotten a kick out of taking lives. Now the fun circulated around the process of the execution. He fed off the dancing molecules of fear in the air and the pulsing blood in their veins. As she retreated a few steps Haku easily followed, arrogant and confident that he would not have to play out his role with caution. Secui and lupus, male and female, the wisest thing of her to do would be to lay down and hope death would arrive swiftly.
Her stance seemed to scream ‘defensive’, and Haku had no troubles like that. Sometimes wolves could put up quite the fight when their lives were on stake, but she intended to make it easy for him. Goodies. Unlike most, Haku nearly always stayed silent during battles. There was no rumbling roar building up down in the depths of him. Silence. Death was silence, screaming silence. She would know this soon enough. His yellowing fangs snapped out after the woman again, and claws sought for something soft to sink into. Strong hind legs kicked against the ground so that his weight too became a dangerous weapon. He preferred them down on the ground.
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OOC:xD Well, it just seems sensible to have a bit of powerplay, especially since I doubt Urma will be able to inflict any kind of significant damage x.x ::Word Count:: 400+
Her intention to keep a safe distance between herself and her attacker had proved worthless in the face of the spiteful male who followed her with an ease and natural flow to his movements that spoke of experience, but also of something much more disturbing-- a thrill, perhaps, in the cornering of his future victim? He seemed to draw some sort of satisfaction from even the few hairs he had stole from her pelt-- a thought that in itself sent shivers down her spine, giving birth to a chill she had never before experienced. His eyes were endless pools of blue, and the silence proceeding each move told the stories of many who had maybe last seen that same shade of cerulean, the promise of a faith sealed. She could read entire novels in his steps, in the glint of his fangs, her eardrums vibrating under the silent scream of Death, the endless wail of every stolen tomorrow the male before her had taken away. Her heart thumped fast and loud against her ribcage, pumping blood and pure fear, laced with the same determined rage that had failed to waver from her soul.
Only milliseconds before did her eyes register his swift attack. Her bones, paralyzed under the weight of what her sight was now locked on, were only able to move her so as to withstand the attack sideways. Fierce claws ripped through the skin on her ribs and the side of her stomach, the male's weight bringing her down from her frail stance. Her anger reached boiling point, her gaze portraying both the surge of pain from the side of her body, as well as a deep hatred for all that her attacker stood for. She had found herself in helpless situations numerous times, but she had never had the fueling rage that flowed through her veins to encourage her to do her best to ward off the stranger before her for as long as she could. His jaws made contact with the flesh on her shoulder, and she cringed, a gasp escaping her and transforming itself into a long, painful yelp. Pain was something she was accustomed to, but this was somehow different, laced with a kind of venomous satisfaction that she could only attribute to a ruthless killer, and no longer a successful hunter. Her own fangs bared, the blood from the wound of her shoulder tantalizing, the fair female snapped at the powerful male, the smarting in her wound giving her enough strength despite her uncomfortable position and her obvious muscular disadvantage.
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