/Attaining the Claim\

[Feather]

A sharp, challenging slope shadowed the grounds below, that, and the many shadows of starved trees. It was the disapointing barrier of a shallowed out hole in the brown stone. Snow covered the many jutting access stones, making it slick and treacherous, for it covered hidden ice. Any mishap step along here could leave you crippled, and twisted for life.

Only, this day, something more made these walls even more creepy and unsettling. Maybe the fact that the sun was slipping below the horizon, a blood-red and orange glow settling over the tundra, looking like one big battle ground. Or the real fact that fresh blood was slain across the pearl white snow.

Violent barks echoed and rang, breaking the silence and transforming it into a war zone. Fangs and claws relased into a fury, turning anything in reach into a victim of the fight.

Two males were battling it out right on the ground, snarling and carrying out their cries of pain to the fire dyed skies. One of them was a wolf hybrid. His long legs kept the second male, a white wolf, pinned violently to the ground.

The male on top had eyes that held an apparent deep blood lust of their own. Whether or not it actually craved blood was the elusive part. Red and sunset orange pools swirled about his optics, crashing and blending as the pain left black splots on his keen vision. Ebony and carmel streaks glided down his sides, and left the rest of his pelt a cream white. If not for the eerie blood engulfing his sides, he would have been quite handsome.

His mission was to kill this male. He was achieving that one goal. Barely.

With sharp, canine teeth poised over the cowering white male below, he took one last look at his componient. The losing male had done some damage to his own body, just less fatal then what the hybrid was about to do to him. Long, bloody gashes lined his sides, and a long chunk from his forehead, an attempt at his neck, left blood trailing into his eyes.

Beyond the male was the look of fear and defeat. He knew it was his time to go, and he had lost fairy.

With one last blood curtling scream, the male went limp in the black streaked male's grasp, and his eyes began to glaze over as the Alaskan cold engulfed his skin and froze him to the bone.

The white wolf was dead, and the hybrid weak, in a heap, having retreated feet from the male. Resting and reviving himself was going to be in a struggle, but he had come out with one thing the other had not.

His life.

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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Blood. the vix could smell it. Seemingly passive the dove quickened her pace steadily. she was here to intrude, to nose about or to care about anything for that matter. She was only passing through. her cold eyes scanned throughout the trees, trying to make out the shape of any creatures, in order to better avoid them. Still..the scent of fresh blood scrambled her senses. as much as she'd like to pretend she didn't care at all, somewhere beneath the scowls, frowns and sarcastic voice...she truly did. Behind her mask of cold unwelcoming deceit was ag entle fem who grieved over this scent...the scent of fading life.
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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
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With a look that might have been seen as slight sorrow by the keenest of eyes she turned from the scent as best she could, snarling softly at herself, shaking all pity from her head with a violent thrust of her feminine neck. 'i do not care...about it. it doesn't need my pity.It is dying. it's it fate...' she told herself. Satisfied with her own scolding the dove continued. This was until she heard it, the last cry of mercy from a destined spirit. destined to die in this moment. As the air lay still at the ceasing of the cry the fem shivered and lowered her head. "No...I don't care. I never cared. he probably deserved it..." she whispered to herself. She knew already that this wasn't the best place to be. Still, though she couldn't hide her care for others, she could hide her self-worry much better. She truly didn't mind what happened to herself, and with this thought she continued.

The golden vix trotted on, but was so preoccupied with trying to shake her pity form her heart, that she hadn't bothered looking ahead of her. with a sigh she raised her head to see a male, standing above the cold body of another. She took a step back, then froze, eyes wide. She quickly regained herself and fixed her face into a scowl. Without a word the one named Serenity turned away. Her heart to her dismay was racing, but she attempted to walk off without causing a stir.

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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[~*Sirian*~ (Feather)]

His long, slender neck arched over his now dead opponent. The male's body was turning steadfast into a frozen carcass, and it was for the sake of his new territory that he remove the dead body before it has a chance to rot, and spread life-threatening deseases. That, of course, was one his list of things to achieve. One of his prime targets was to aquire a female.

There was a few purposes in this. A lone male doesn't look all that appealing. By gaining females, he has a chance to populate his territory, and draw others in with the pospect of new life. A female, forced, would also show his dominancy towards others. Foremost, he wanted the sweet, sweet company.

Slowly his muzzle caught a scent. It was enticing, floral in a way. His neck shot up in a snap, looking towards whoever brought this dreamy aroma. It had to be female. Such a wonderful cooensidence stumbled upon his fortunate soul.

A creamy, silky pelt caught his eye, as well as glorious maroon optics. She had the strangest of designs, but almost of authority in an odd way. Whatever it was, he held an attraction towards her. In this being made, he would approach her. In fact, he would do more than that. He would force his seed upon her, before claiming her, and imprisoning her inside his den, trapped with him for eternity.

Amoux took up a hunting crouch, his muscles rippling beneath his carmel twisted pelt. Confidence rushed through his body, settling him into a very eager state. He would get his prize, even slightly weak and injured. His mind cleared all thoughts, other than to get this vix.

His paws struck at the ground with an obvious hunters' gait. They chopped at the snow fiercely, gliding him effortlessly and agiley across the freezing snow. With a pelt ranked with blood, the opposing wind could barely mask his stench.

Coming up from beside the fem, he curved around sharply, knocking her chest sideways with his hips. He stood in her path, snarling profusely, beconing her backwards, towards the dens he clearly signaled. With his lip curled over his teeth, he uncovered bloody fangs poised near her soft throat, ready to force and drag her backwards.

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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She heard them. his footfalls. He was pursueing her. she ran for a split second, but then slowed. No use in getting out of breath. He would catch her, this she knew, and really she didn't care. She glanced over her shoulder to see him striking toward her. she stepped casually aside and soon her was before her. Her violet eyes spoke nothing, and neither did she.
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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
---
Her cold gaze scanned him as he snarled. She backed-up casually, to give him his way while still being able to look at him. If she had been the kind to think it she would have found him quite handsome. this wasn't the case, however. With an emotionless look the golden vix turned form him and walked gracefully toward the dens. She didn't walk in any sort of way, just with her natural elegance. her beauty radiated form her body, but not from her heart.

She gazed bitterly down at the white snow. She envied it. Cold, lifeless and bitter. Nothing enticing about it at all. This male, he wanted her, just like they all did. He did not love her, but he loved the idea of her pups. They would be lovely as she was. Still, having always blamed herself for her own misfortune, she shook this self-pity form her mind. She didn't deserve sorrow, just as a thief deserves no mercy for a crime. Ah, for this was the curse of beauty.


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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[~*Sirian*~ (Feather)]

His teeth stayed poised down at her hackles, ready to slice them if she dare tried to repeat her steps. His gaze remained locked on her beautiful form, never wavering for a second. He himself was considered strikingly handsome. In reality they would be the 'perfect' couple. But this was no fairytale, nor did you ever get happy endings.

His heart had grown cold ever since they had banished him. So many of the young females had followed him around, puppying over who would become his mate. He killed some of them in rage, and fools' annoyance. Never before had such a female been his equal, drawing him towards her like a magnet.

Amoux rounded her into the Alphas' dens. Suprisingly it was lined heavily with incredibley soft feathers, and mosses to rest againist. Warmth radiated from the bottom, suggesting its part of a larger hot spring underneath. Turning his back to the trapped female, he placed some rocks in the exitway, ensuring he'd have his desires with her.

Turning back around, Amoux began pacing around the cavern, teasing her in a way, building excitement and fright in another.

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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She didn't look at him, but she could feel his cold eerie presence behind her. As if to give some sort of awkward comfort to herself, she matched her footfalls with his. They walked toward his lustful desires in perfect time. She glanced up toward their destination. Sure. Fine. This would all be fine. Her pitiful existance could maybe bring an eventful night for some mosnter. What a meaningful purpose. Still, it was all she had. All she could give to this pathetic, bitter world was her body.
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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
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Soon enough they'd made it to the dens. the sunshine-shaded vixen made a leap toward the softness. She collapsed there with a huff. Maybe he would find her insolent for this and take her meaningless spirit. A picture of the cold body of the wolf flashed into her mind, causing her to wince slightly. She quickly redeemed her cold composure and turned to him. With a gleam of the smallest hint of sorrow she spoke. "My name if you are inclined to care is Serenity. I am not frightened of you, so you might as well save your energy. Do you find me interesting? I am not a virgin, but you may have me if you wish it." she spoke, so eerily lifeless and monotone. Here she offered herself to him without blinking an eye. She looked at him for a final moment before resting her delicate head between her paws. She waired passively for his answer. Still, within her she hoped that if she fulfilled his need for company, he would allow her to be on her way. Also...a small shiver racked her fragile, lovely frame. She was still frightened, and though she wouldn't admit it, she still cherished hwat was left of her innocence. She didn't really wnat this, but if it meant she could move on, she was willing to make the sacrifice. Stil...what would father think? At this thought she shifted in frustration, letting out a soft sigh. It didn't matter.

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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[~*Sirian*~ (Feather)]

This impressive muscular figure spun around, and approached the female. His auroa was so peaceful, so sympathetic. His feelings were lost on this gorgeous fem, awed by her beauty. Never before had one such as her even crossed his path, and yet, here he was. About to take her.

A warm chuckle escaped from his lips, the only sound after her words rang out and dropped into the still air. They were relaxing, for his deep, gravely voice held a particular softness to it, a friendly noise in a time of pain.

"Dear, dear. I've come off as a monster, haven't I? Well dearie, it's obvious you lost your virtue long summers ago. One like you is expected to do so early on. And, in case you're wondering, I indeed think you are lovely. Of course, my pity for you is overwhelming, in which is why I am here with you. I can offer you a new chance at life. No one, after this, will ever touch you without permission from yourself, not even I.

By the way, my name is Amoux."

Amoux draped his body over hers, satisified to lay upon her and mate. It was all the same, though he had slightly less monentum power from this angle, though he could lay like this for long hours, and only have to do this once. His jaws clenched the skin between her ears, forcing her neck to arch backwards. His paws buried themselves within her breast, gaining full force and control of her body. His legs pushed her tail aside, sliding in behind her sex.

With a muffled howl he dived into her passage, bending up her body to reach in as far as possible. His seed filled inside of her, another guaranteed first try success. . . His nose breathed in her addictive scent, filling his lungs with a pure aroma. His eyes were calm, yet slightly admiring, for this female was a strong, pained soul. He would protect her with his life.

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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The vixen lifted her tiara to look at him, violet eyes sparkling with feigned mischief. She would play it his way, so maybe she could have it her's later. She could pretend to be void of feelings, but really, she was only mortal. Her wants did hold a bit of power. She wanted to leave, and if that meant pretending to enjoy this...then why not? It was no different than the last two times, was it? At least, she wanted to believe so. She wanted to lie to herself. Convince herself that for one, it was all her fault anyhow. If she'd protected father better, he would have protected her. If she could have masked her beauty...if...if. So many ifs. But aside form that, she also wanted to convince herself that she was pathetic and she held no emotions. Being taken those times hadn't fazed her, hadn't hurt her. She'd enjoyed it to an extent. She shoved these lies into her heart, trying to hard to believe them. Searching silently for a way to ease her hidden pain.
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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
---
The dove turned to him with a menacing grin. She laughed, raising her head slightly. 'Ah. Of course, you will never let anyone touch me, that is after you have had your lustful fill of me. Still, I do not mind it, just don't waste my time with your charms and lies.' she scorned in an eerie tone. She turned away. She was going to stand to make it easier for the brute, but he had already become so impatient.

Before she had time to take a breath, ready herself or anything of that sort he was upon her. She felt his teeth grip her and his paws hard against her chest. These actions didn't faze her. They were nothing compared to what she knew was coming. With terror she realized that she wasn't ready. As much as she wanted to be and as many lies as she told herself, she wasn't. She didn't want to be taken again. Her eyes watered, but she forced them back. He couldn't see them. He was consumed by lust.

Then to her horror, he entered her. All the terrible images of her past flooded her like a thousand malignant needles. They tore and stabbed at her, laughing wickedly al the while. Her father's cold, spiritless gaze, the lustful laughter of his killer. How she'd been cornered by her second lover. How she'd cried so long, the blood the tears, the sweat and heavy breathing. They consumed her like a nightmare never to be escaped. She shivered just slightly, and released a resistant gasp. 'No. I didn’t...' she thought. Still, even those in love gasped, didn't they! Her ears lowered slightly. How would she know? Love was alien to her. It didn't even exist and if it did, she didn't deserve it. Yes, that was it. Worth. She was unworthy. Unworthy to cry, to remember, to be loved. Love was never meant for her. Never. All she had to do was to keep telling herself that. If she embedded those thoughts into her soul she would never fight them. Someday she could believe them and then she could survive. You don't deserve tears, pity...love. None of it. You...are...unworthy. She said it again to make it true. you...are..unworthy. with this her eyes lost any trace of tears and she was completely still. Amoux was free to her enjoy her to her full potential. for now she had been broken. She wouldn't struggle. not now. She wasn't worthy.
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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[*-Amoux-* (Feather)]

The heat, the raging friction between their hips grew, telling of a strong increase in his momentum towards the female. His body ached with unbearable pain from his own overactive movement, searing along the tips of his fur.

Truth be told; he already had his game plan. Long before he had killed his rival, the previous alpha of this land, Amoux had a specific plan to follow upon.

Forcing females was not his game at all, much more of a last resort, or a tool for pack stance increase. Most times he did it for fun, and for practice. It was pretty much the suit for all males, because they needed such activity often enough. Beautiful females like this. . You had to stake your claim fast. They are never to be set free, because no alpha wants their treasures spoiled.

Though after the spree, he would unleash no mercy upon the pups. Most usually slaughter them without a second thought. Burdens like those held no gain, and only got in the way of things. Occasionally, he might let one live, only out of pride and curiosity. Let them out into another packs' territory, letting it fend for himself. Then, hold the pleasure of killing it in battle later. Sometimes, he may keep one within the pack limits. To carry on future generations. It is most likely male, and only very, very rarely would a female beat the odds.

Even with this outcome, they would not live with their mother. Put them under an older female, though still young. Pass it off as their offspring, bringing it out of his and the vix's life, and leaving time for them again.

Never would he keep one alive under his name.

So, in question, yes, he did indeed breed alot. Perhaps even more fluently then Ardent, as well with more variety. Why? In simple fact; Amoux is stunning. Every females' hidden desire, extremely handsome. His body is well-proportioned, long, muscular legs, thin, yet heavily buffed up, and nice hips and chest. His head was very strong, gentle, yet fun loving. Deep within his eyes are fiery orange and red optics, very attracting. His coloration was one in a million, and utterly amazing, with nice hues and coat tone.

He also trapped his prized females, such as her. At least until they gained an affection with him, and refused to leave. Even then, he was very picky. Having lost several females in the past due to carelessness, he was now extremely overprotective. He blocked the exits with rocks, as he did now. Often, there would be secret passageways only he could go through. Such as, skylights on the roofs of the caverns. There he could climb out, then slide an ice sheet over the exit, blocking the vixs' exit.

Many years had he planned this.

"I'm not lying, I just simply won't let you escape. You'll be stuck with me forever. Though, I may turn back on that. I'm sure you'll find a craving for me sometime in the future, though, if you don't, I'll just come back for more darling."

He chuckled slightly, heavily amused and proud of himself for such a feat. Blood trickled down from the warm passage. Whether or not it was his own blood, he was unsure. Whatever the case, it caused him pleasure. Enough to be satisfied with his work.

Slowly the motions began to cease, though increased power. Now he was slamming into her, enough to make himself gasp from the pressure with every thrusting movement. No way would she get out of these pups. He wouldn't be surprised if she had an over-birth, and had several.

Finally the beating halted, leaving a tense silence hanging overhead. He slid from his firm seat, yet his body still blanketed hers. Scarlet pooled on the floor, and his lower regions ached. Looking down he saw the skin off his feet completely erased with the slam he had produced, and his inner hips fur was worn away, almost completely.

Satisfaction rummaged throughout his mind, a brightening smile plummeting across his face. He released her torn forehead, and his paws moved back along her sides. They laid there, his head resting upon hers. Whimpering slightly, he moved to lick along her jaw lines, showing his gratitude and respect for the ever-patient fem.

His bodice lifted from hers, and he walked over to the exit, sliding rocks from the way. Pain smoked through his body, yet he ignored it for the better. Strength was needed to show his incredible stamina and endurance, weakness just wouldn't cut it.

Once the exit was clear he fatigued removed himself from the bloody cavern, stepping into the brisk atmosphere. He inhaled a large breath, letting it purify his soul. Turning back around, he gave a grin to the fem, showing his thanks for her.

"It's obvious you'd prefer I not be around. I'll go hunting for you, m'dear. After all, you're expecting now."

He gave her a wink before sealing back the exit. She could dig and dig, and not displace any of those ice and rock shards. He felt strong pity for the female, and shame for doing such towards her. He always did, though not this strongly. Maybe she was special, or different. NO. That wasn't an option. Perhaps it was just the lifeless, dull look in her eyes as she ceased in fighting back.

Yes, that was it. It had to be.

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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Who was she fooling? No one. The pain and agony, emotional stress, it was all just as horrid as the first two times. He scorned and laughed at her just as the other two had. Still, there was a hint of pity about him that couldn't be mistaken. The golden vix had only noticed due to her longing for a shred of hope. If he pitied her then she had some morsel of light to cling to. Again the shook those thoughts form her mind. 'Stop it! Stop it. You don't deserve it! You wretched, awful worthless creature! Stop looking for the hope you aren't deserving of!' Still, with every surge of pain, with every heavy breath she revived her self-pity against her own will. It was only natural. She couldn't help herself. She wanted him off of her, gone! 'Go away....' she thought helplessly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes still cold. She then turned away, and he wouldn't be able to see the agonizing sorrow dancing in her violet pools.
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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
---
She wondered what he'd do with her when he was done. Most likely be cast aside. She was of no more use to him after this, and she would be of no more interest. That's how it'd gone the last times. He wouldn't want her after this. This thought also relieved her slightly. He wouldn't want her. No one ever had. She'd be free soon. Or so she thought.

Soon she was proven wrong by his words. Cold as ice they tore through her violently. They crushed nay hope she'd clung to of being free. Immediately she tried to convince herself that she deserved it. Her only purpose was his entertainment. She was worth nothing else. Worthless. Worthless. Worthless. 'You are fit for nothing else. Why not find your purpose within his desires?' she whispered to herself. But still, the pain of his words overwhelmed her. No escape. Forever. They haunted her. "I'll just come back for more..." they stung at her. Each word was like a monster laughing maliciously from the constant shadow hanging above her. She snarled them away, ears flicking. She didn't even care if he noticed.

Still, the fem didn't struggle. Neither did she speak for the longest time. She turned at him with a hint of anger, that she didn't mind if he picked up, but then turned her head away, deciding not to speak yet. Finally he lifted himself from her, a wave of relief passing over her. Now, though, without the fear, her bodily agony took hold. She was in so much pain. Every muscle ached and it seemed as though her frame were on fire, stabbed repeatedly with thousand of needles. It was nothing, though, compared to the steadily increasing pain of her heart. Her body and soul were exhausted. Her heart was weary from all of it wounds and gashes, her spirit broken by all the sorrow constantly surrounding her, and her body for quite obvious reasons. After he'd lifted himself form her, the dove collapsed silently onto her side with a solemn sigh.

She listened to his footfalls as he walked away, and cringed at his words. She finally decided to speak. "I will never crave you. I crave nothing. I love no one. I will bare your pups, and you may keep them. I don't care. I don't care about anything. But you see... there is nothing I hate more than those who waste my time. Take your fill of me, and take the children of my blood...but do not waste my time. Staying here is a waste of my time. After they are born, I will be leaving. If you will not let me leave, then simply kill me. If you refuse, I will gladly take my own. Ah, and for the record, I'm not hungry and wouldn't take food from you anyhow." she said coldly, but the smarter wolves could pick up on a trace of sorrow, bitterness and rage. Normally, she wouldn’t refuse food, but now she wanted to hold on to her pride. She’d given herself to him freely to keep what shreds of pride she still had. Her family and dreams were shattered, so her sliver of pride was the last belonging left to her name. If he would’ve had to forcer her, that shard of dignity would have left her. Although she wouldn’t ever say it, she knew this was why she hadn’t fought him. If she gave herself, then it was her choice, and she could still cherish her pride. She sighed. ‘what am I? Do I even know what I want?’ she asked herself. Did she care for herself, her pride, her innocence? Had she given herself to him to save herself? To save her pride, to escape him? For freedom. She couldn’t begin to answer. She was so shattered and pieced back together that she couldn’t recognize what she was now, how could she even begin to try and revive what she once was? Happy. She knew that. At one time, at one point, far away…she had been happy. She wondered if she missed that feeling. Joy. She shook the word from her head. Once again, even if she did miss it, she didn’t deserve it. Wasn’t worthy of it.

Always hiding behind her mask of lies. Still, how long could it go on? The fem sighed and stood, walking silently to stand near the exit. As soon as she heard him leave, she would dig until her paws bled. She could dig as long as her soul did not bleed out as well. The room already smelled of her blood. His blood, their mingled blood, causing a disgusting smell and feeling. She hated it. She hated him. She hated herself. ‘Just kill me. Everything would be better that way…’ she thought.

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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[*-Amoux-* (Feather)]

Amoux quickly caught the elk and slaughtered it, dragging it along the rough terrain back to Serenity. Whether or not she could eat it, he didn't care. This would be the last she got until it was completely eaten up. After all his kindness, his mercy, she would not take up a priss and disrespectful towards her new alpha.

After all his assumptions, he was dissapointed they had turned out so wrong. He hated this female. Well, that was a little exaggerated, but how so he felt it. The nerve of her. How he had considered giving her his life, and here she was, threatening to kill herself.

Blindly he galloping back to the irrogant female, carrying his victim behind him. Branches whipped past his face, slashing through his skin, yet he remained oblivious. His goal was to reach her, to release his burdened words upon her.

The elk was thrown into the wall with such force, a vibrate quivered through the stone. She could've surely felt the jolt, and already hear his growing snarls from his cavern.

Tossing the rocks aside, he confronted her snarling in absolute rage.

"You act as if you've had it the worst! You know what, I have no tolerance for your little primadonna attitude! I, I'll have you know, showed you more mercy than your worthless body deserves! Fine, kill yourself! Take a look, I happen to be extremely stunning as well, torn, and yet, I don't wallow in my self pity!

"You know what, kill yourself! SEE IF I GIVE A d**n! Many other pregnant doges can carry my brood, yet I decided to give you a chance! I am so discusted, I won't even bother! Guess you're satisfied, 'eh?!

"Get away from me you worthless kur! I never want to gaze upon your flawless beauty, or even attempt to help you! Know what?!! I will keep you, locked here instead! A perfect ending to your 'tragic ending', so after all, you can just become my mere entertainment!"

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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The fem sighed, paws bleeding as she had expected they would. She mumbled in frustration, finally giving into the sad realization that she did care for herself, and she wanted to leave. She snarled at the cold ice, and sat back with a huff. She gazed down, almost innocently, at the unmovable barrier. Soon, though it began to move. Her eyes widened and she scrambled away and back to her original position. She didn't know why, but she made a good effort to hide her bleeding paws. She could find her reasons later.

He was so strong, able to move it so easily. Why was she so weak? She began to ponder for a moment, but he began to snarl. She fell over, and her way of tumbling would have been humorous if not for the mood and setting. She looked up at him, having fallen form surprise and not fear. She sat up and looked into his eyes as he spoke so vehemently. Her eyes, like always, held nothing, for a few moments.

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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
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Aftter his speaking had ceased, her eyes....softened. She could never completely wash away her old self, and her old self felt the long vanished feeling of...guilt. 'No...not that. It wasn't my fault! i...he. it was...' but it was partially her fault, wasn't it...? Everything always was. She turned away hastily. He couldn't see her like this. If he saw her to have feelings than she wouldn't be able to continue. She'd been lifeless for so long, she couldn't change now, in front of her captor! Well, maybe for a moment. Just long enough for an apology. She turned to him quickly and a sigh escaped her lips. "You don't know my life. But...neither can I claim that I know yours. I gave myself to you willingly, and I have no right to try to pin any sort of blame on you. Yes, I am selfish. I drown myself in pity, although I try so hard not to. You could have chosen any other, this is true. Keep me, if you wish, but i do not see how i am of any interest....I apologize for pouring guilt on you that you didn't deserve. If you did feel guilty. If you do still find me of interest, I hope that I can entertain you..." she said softly, her eyes flooding with emotion long since vanished. She looked at him and all at once realized how handsome he was, and looked even a bit deeper. Maybe there was more to him she couldn't see yet. She had nothing better to do than find out.

The fem then turned away, and walked as far from him as possible. He had told her to, after all. Not looking at him, she added, back to her usual monotone: "Thank you for the food..."

And there, in the least likely of places, the least likely of times and circumstances, had fragments of her old self emerged. She hadn't apologized to nayone since her father's death. She hadn't smiled a true smile or laughed a true laugh. Now, though, facing away from him, she allowed herself to shed a few tears. Only a few, then she stopped them completely. She almost thanked him again, but she didn't. She retreated again behind her cold exterior. He would not come to see such emotion from her for a good while, and she doubted that he accepted her apology anyhow. Even she was confused about how she felt, and almost regretted her apology. She never knew how to think or feel anymore, but maybe that would change with time.

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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days

[*-Amoux-* (Feather)]

Amoux fluffed up his fur threateningly, and snarling never ceased its onwards rumble. Acid leaked into his tone, for how much he despised himself for bringing in this carrion. Females in this condition were never more than toys anyways. Depression deprived all females of their beauty, their pride, and any instinct to fight and to live.

Obviously something devastating had happened early on in her life, and she gave up from there. If that was the case for him, he would've been long gone. At least she could have some lonesome male take interest in her, and give her a life. .

. . . Kind of like himself. . .

. . . And what he was doing. . .

No. No fem, beautiful or not could ever bring that much attention towards him. Her beauty just happened to bring her life, and that was it. She was nothing more. Just something wasting away by more breedings, and more, and more. He could indeed set a high price with Ardent and sell her, saving him the trouble.

In fact, that was going to be it. He would sell her. As much as it pained--- No, that wasn't the word. Not nearly that exaggerated. More like after she left, he would feel that emptiness again, though have it soon recovered.

In his thoughts, a salty aroma broke his trance. She. . She was crying? Over him? The so called "monster? He growled violently in all that she had brought back. His own sorrow, and memories. They tortured his mind, filling it with havioc. He smashed his skull into the wall, creating a bigger pain to cover up the previous ache.

"How much I wish I could just throw you out right now. Of course, I'd like to gaze upon my blood before I cull them all."

He sneered, wincing at his own remark. Even with knowing the outcome, he still felt extreme guilt for brining so much despair upon the innocent vixen.

"Her in Periculum, you have no time to watch the young. Enough females find me worthy of their company, heh, that I can always have fresh blood and brood. Besides, without a mother, whom is to watch them? Hmm?

"You are so lifeless and dull, that they will probably become emotionally crippled anyhow. You were a waste from the start. Females can't sit and waste away like carrion. Like you. They breed, if you haven't noticed. I gave you the opportunity to be normal.

"Instead, you treat me like some monster. One thats only intents were to cure you!

"I'll probably just send you off to Ardent. At least you may be able to amuse him. Not bring back biting memories. . . "

His last sentence brought him an overwhelming wave of emotional trama. Silently his eyelids slid close, one last sigh escaping his bone-thin body with an uneven shake. He stood in that stance, ignoring the fem's presence.

Upon relizing she was there, he shot back into attentiveness. Red flushed on his cheeks, not from embarassment, though slight anger and stupidity. His eyes clouded over with sorrow, and grief from his own mind's burdens.

Turning on foot, he backed out of the cavern. His cavern. Ignoring her apologies, and thanks, he loped steadily off to the lessers' nooks and crevices. Choosing a small one, he stepped tentively into it, squished from his massive size.

A black cloud engulfed him, sending him back into the past. . . A bloody, terrid past. . .

[{Broken} S.e.r.e.n.i.t.y]

tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t~h~e~s~e the t*e*a*r*s of ~angels~?
x.wash.x a///way the right way
..leave.. not a .:trace:. of the -=day=-

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He was so very hostile, that even she was a bit warry. She couldn't say that she at all blamed him. If she took time to think about it, she'd been almost cruel to him...just as heartless as she'd ever wanted to be. She hung her head in shame, realizing that that's exactly what she'd wanted. Be heartless, she'd told herself. Now where had it gotten her? A male that hated her, pups condemned to death and a future with a male far worse. It had gotten her nowhere. she aighed, and let his acidic words sting her. he had a right to feel however he did. Still his words stung her. This time, not out of pity, but of guilt. He was right...about everything. Her heart sank, but she held back the tears. she couldn't afford to cry again.

The fem didn't look at him, as much as she wnated to. What would she say? She wanted to scream, to cry and to apologuze. He wasn't a monster. He was hurting...just like was. the only thought that came to her on what to say was her true thoughts. "You are right. About everything..." she said simply, trying to keep emotion form her voice, but some grief slipped through. she stared blankly at the wall.

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tell me w.h.a.t. the r/a/i/n {knows}
or are t.h.e.s.e. the ~:|floods|:~ of t/o/r/t/u/r/e/
p/o/u/r/ themselves upon {me}
see how i drown in this {sea}
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Her head lowered as she heard him leave. Her head fell between her paws as sobs shaked her frame. She wnated to raise her head and howl, just howl until shefelt like she'd let out all her bottled up emotions. then she'd go and thank Amoux for releasing everything she'd trapped in for so long. she hadn't cried for over a year. Still, these hopes wouldn't be realized. she had to stay behind her mask. It was too late now.
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.:|hark|:., .h.e.a.r. the ~howl~
that burns the ~*moon*~ x.alive.x
{your} fur is on f/i/r/e/
\s\m\o\k\e\ t(u(r(n(s the whole s~k~y
raven black
{w/h/e/r/e/} will you .g.o.
now you've no -h-o-m-e-
,l,e,t, the r/a\i/n\ w.a.s.h away
your lost days