This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

[.cay]

Ornate like a golden butterfly, I unfurl my wings in the last fleeting ray of sunlight. Clouds are forming menacingly overtop, blocking out any source of heat I was enjoying earlier. Crap, I am nowhere near shelter. I look over my shining, sandy white bod and growl. I just washed! Cursing all lite wolves and their prayer to Alpha, who obviously liked to throw tantrums, I increase my speed so that I am almost a blur across the desolate field. My white paws disturb the rapidly drying soil, and my head snaps up confused. Then; I am rewarded. Just as a crack of thunder sways my tethered balance of ease in the growing storm, I see the cover of a forest just yards away from me. What luck!

Praising Omega, I dart into the cover and brush up against the dying bracken thankfully. Glacial blue orbs blink when a raindrop splashes across my nose, and I press further into the forest, seeking the shelter of the large trees I had gazed upon in the centre. After a while, all noises of the storm are behind me.

I fold my sandy white wings close to my body, not wanting to tear them on the thorny undergrowth that dotted the edges of the path. Here and there I hear prey-sound; a small thrush searching among the bark of a withering oak for insects, or a chattering squirrel amongst the bushes. I wish that I could stop and catch something; I hadn't wanted to dirty my newly cleaned pelt with the blood of a meal when I realised how close I was to finding a lupine presence. I could smell them everywhere, and I was determined to look as good as I could. After all, that was my function. To be the gorgeous little trophy some stag adorned himself with.

Swishing my tail in annoyance at the pang of hunger in my belly, I am attacked by my own sickly sweet scent of heat. Unusual for me, but I am glad of the scent. I know it will attract stags, and hopefully I can find myself within the shelter of a pack once again. I did not enjoy my time alone, searching for another home with another gathering. I shake my tail eagerly as I trot through the trees, ignoring the shadows that leapt forward from every crevice and nook.

After a little while longer, I start to yawn. A little nap wouldn't hurt, would it? After all, I have been travelling for a long time. My nose quivers as I look for a clean place to lay down. I could neither hear nor scent another presence in the forest with me, and relax enough to doze. Just enough of a nap to restore my energy, I think, and slip away gratefully into unconsciousness, slowly waving my tail in the growing darkness.

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Show me how it end it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are

Ghost-like I traipsed through the terrace of filth and chaos, my paws leaving no trace of my presence. Scents assaulted e upon entrance, the scent of heat tugging my nostrils with alluring promises. My hormones were raging desperately. My entire being seemed to tingle with the wanting of it all. Ponderingly I sifted through those scents that most affected me, scents of my own kind. Besides myself, very few hunters preyed upon the willing -and not so willing. Only one other brute hunted this terrace, but he was hardly of any importance to me. The scent of heat lay double, two vixens in need of a lesson on where not to tread.

I picked the she-wolf nearest me, easily singling her scent out from those around her. Unhurried I stalked her. She was easy to follow. The scent of her heat left an unwavering trail. It also left an ache deep in my gut. It was fierce, and annoying, it made me want to kill and run, and.. I snapped out of it. I had fought with my hormones many times, however they had chosen this time to be rather.. more forceful.

The sky growled with my frustration, howling it's rage to the world. It was a warning, one I would not heed. The whims of a storm did nothing to strike fear into my soul. Nothing short of a hurricane would cause me to seek shelter unless I wanted to seek it.

Her scent abruptly changed directions. Someone doesn't like the rain, I thought to myself. My pace increased slightly, ebony wings tucked close, however not visible to the other forest-walkers. She was close, very close.

I didn't need her enticing scent to show where it was she had holed up. A small opening lay in the ground, mouth agape in anticipation for my arrival. I entered carefully, sensing scanning the small enclave. Like my wings, I too became not visible.

She lake so innocent there, a miniature golden heap on a dark shadowy canvas. With one cursory glance I knew she was gorgeous. It lay obvious in her tiny frame, her clean defined face, her long silky coat. A small moan threatened to give away my presence. She would do, oh yes, she would do. A phantom predator I slid forward, allowing myself to become visible again. She wouldn't be much of a fight if she so chose to attack me. And my bulky frame blocked the entrance - or , in her case, exit.

"Get up." I ordered briskly, my hind making a soft imprint in the ground it had thunked to. Gold irises watched her carefully, my own white coat glowing iridescently in the murky lighting. Outside the storm raged, lightning momentarily pouring light on everything while thunder shook the ground with it's anger. I doubted the vixen would run from me in such weather.

Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try

[.cay]

Enticing scents and sights of prey flash teasingly before my eyes. I lean forward to snap my jaws out, eager to soothe my aching belly, when a crack of thunder erupts through my consciousness and I leap awake. Gasping, I look up from my makeshift bed, staring face-to-face with a huge opalescant brute. I am stunned, and then he talks. Get up. He said authoritatively. I scramble to my feet.

Closing my open jaw, I drop in a small bow, balanced enough so as not to dirty my forepaws upon doing so. I lift my head and drop my eyes respectfully. Hello, master, I murmur, folding my ears back slightly in a submissive stance. I wag my tail slowly, peeking upwards to try to catch a glance of my newest meeting. Omega, he's big. Even bigger than my father was! I'll have to be careful.

I smile coyly and tip my head slightly, letting my tail come to a rest by my side. Standing in a small shaft of light, I turn my head and blink. My name is Skeleton Babylon. If you want, I pause, slowling closing long lashes and opening them just as slowly. This stag carries the same fear scent that plagued the forest around me. I wonder why? He's obviously not afraid. If it pleases you, you may call me Baby. My ivories glint softly as I smile. Oh well, he looks well enough.

I am captivated by his air-bringers. They are coal-black and shiny, and so huge (unlike my own). I quickly glance at my own small, golden wings. Perhaps it was because he was so mammoth, and I am nothing but a doll in most lupine eyes. In any case, he takes away my breath.

Suddenly, I realise where my paws dragged me to sleep. I was in a small underground cave, or large burrow. The walls around me are shiny and worn, ancient even. I can almost feel a sense of dread, fear, and pain of faes who were here before me. I shudder. Why is this place so bloody? I'm no lite, but it makes me uncomfortable. And there he stands, burly in the small enterance, making him look even larger. His wings are tucked neatly to his sides. I walk slowly towards him, and pause a respectful distance away.

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo

Not a single muscle twitched beneath my flesh as my gaze slithered across my catch. I had been expecting some sort of suprise upon my entrance. Fear? Anger? Something. However the vixen before me was none of these. A ghost of something flashed in her eyes, but it was nothing like what I had thought. It almost seemed as if the lady who pranced before me was trying to.. seduce me. A single brow over one topaz orb lifted slightly. I sat for an instant trying to figure her out. It was true, most she-dogs who found themselves in this particular terrace had stumbled into it with little purpose. But there were some, some who wanted it.

The loup danced torward me, stopping a bit away. She was dainty, oh so dainty. At first, her beauty captivated me, enticing me with the lovely way she peered at me beneath her long lashes. However, now I was thinking of more things than just that. Pups. Would she even survive birthing my genes? She was so.. tiny. I would get no good he-boys from her. All of her sons were destined to be as tiny as she. Or at best, not half as large as myself. But perhaps that was what would be best. I wasn't ready for an heir. And powerful lads, well, they would be competition. I caught her gaze with my own, almost as if I was looking into her soul. It was true. I wanted her as my own. I stood slowly, creeping toawrd her with sure, powerful steps.

My wings opened slightly, hanging at my side like club bouncers. It was almost uncomfertable to look down at her, she was such a flower. A tiny smile - more like a smirk - lit upon my features. "Well hello there." I murmered, mirth teasing my lyrics. However, the charm was more turned up then it usually was. My teeth playfully nipped at her ear, not playful in the I love you way, playful in the I could kill you in a second if I so pleased way.

She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps, it dreams of you

[.cay]

Thin lips purse silently, in a soft etherial way, magnetic. I take in the signals as glances from the husky voiced beast before me. His eyes seem to shout an inaccuracy; almost as if the very screen shots I portrayed were against that of his initial programming. There was a soft amusement I find in this, and smile up at his hulking mass.

Shining aquamarine taints are shaded in a silken covering, as my emotions wrap themselves tenderly in cautiousness. A small fire dances jestingly in my optics, entreating before me in waves to prance over to him. A swaying broom trails from behind me, stirring up musty and dry ground from habitance on the layer I stand upon. Its small ivory tip gazes abnormally upon the dirt as a distressor, as usual, but thinks of it merely as an effect to the surroundings. Like a light show, slithering and crawling with the burning of dynamite dyed sapphires, emeralds, and rubies. Beasts of fire tearing through the air for amusement-- In jest I imagine these sparking the oxygen between my accomplice in the den. Femininely, longs eyelashes bat again, slowly streaking my rusky white and golden face a shade of grey.

Cords of fine fur above his gleaming eyes dance for me, lifting pale hands in question at mysterious actions. What better way to respite from total emotion than thus? I glimmer faithfully. He appears in processing, pondering, images to the present and breaths to come flickering across his palette.

Struggling aorta beats unsteadily as he aches forward. This moment was my blood created, my chemicals bound and composed. A moment of triumph draws near with his every footfall. I am able in my vision to percieve what he is not saying. Fallen angels wings drift apart, hanging precariously on the verge of his terratial form. Then-- the killing blow. The miniscule fraction of mirth plays across the danders of my shadow image. Why hello there,

[/b] whispers the nightengale before me. Or, perhaps more such as a terrifying beauty of a falcon, as razored whites lash near my golden fur and flesh in a teasing but merciless way.

Breathing slows, orbs follow his every dance, crania tips slightly starwards, ears tilt down. A warm, charcoal of anxiousness settles lazily over my gracing form.

Soft exhalation signals my scribe, h--hello, shies my vocals. Chords string like a harmony in the melody, and go further, unable to stop my larks from whispering a master to the ending of my lyric. A pale rose flames in my visor.[/size][/blockquote]

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Stoned I awoke in your temple
To blackness above you
And death beside me
Where kitchen knives conspire
Razor blades make bloodless love
Like Murder

I gaze down as her crafted face tilts upward, radars I was momentarily teasing now dashing against her sleak skull. She mutters a reply, her porcelian eyes dancing with something that makes me tingle. The master on her words is what really catches my harks however. I did nothing to claim her, and already she thinks of herself as mine. How.. simple. However little I was in the mood for something simple is forgotten as I lightly mount my golden broodfae, passing on genes of strength and power. My worrying about her surviving is also forgotten. She can quickly be replaced. With the passing of my genes the annoying hormones do one last kick and settle themselves, hopefully for quite sometime. I am not at all eager to begin fighting with them again. Finished with what I can't even call my game - as it was just to easy - I circle this girl - this Baby - one final time, glimmering irises giving nothing away.

"Forgive my lapse in manners, I am Saku. You can, and will, continue to call me Master, but I imagine you would want to know whose pups you carry." I speak, voice giving as little away as my eyes. I turn without flair and slither to the cave maw. The storm is still raging outside, however it has calmed considerably. It wouldn't be to dangerous to fly. "Come now, it is time you are shown to your new home." I spare a glance back at my newest catch - my first one of these lands. I cannot help but feel a bit of pride in what I accomplished, even if it was as simple as following her to her little hideout. She is perhaps the most dashing vixen I had layed eyes on. And she was mine. My feathered onyxes lift as I step outside, testing the wind for violence. It would be no trouble for me to fly in such conditions, but I wasn't sure about the girl. She was, after all, pregnant. I spare another glance behind me, checking that she is following me. I can't imagine she would try to run off now. Most pups don't dream of getting knocked up and then single handedly raising forcer spawn. Besides, I could easily catch her, and when I did, well I'm sure we both understood it was in her best interest to behave herself.

The ghost of a pale girl is solemnly following me
Pale will she follow me
Into the sea
I feel the flowers screaming
To consume you
Like Murder