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[Amora[x]]

.x The world was dark, like it always was to him. There was no sun, there were no figures. They were all of his imagination and the feel of the warmth on his back and their presence by his side. Though he had never seen it himself, his pelt was a mottled gray, brown and white. He had been an abomination. His parents hated him and his blindness, and his glassy green eyes that could not see them. It all made him tougher and less trustworthy of anyone else.

.x And now, as he loped down the path to the meadow that felt springy underneath his paws, he could feel dark smothering him. It was a wonderful feeling, and he loved it. However, the soft caw of crows around him made him tense. Their stink filled his nose and he sneezed. His head swiveled around, making the crows flutter their wings. A snarl formed his jaws, making him look ugly, the fur crinkled around his glassy green eyes. Catching one with his right paw, he batted it to the ground, breaking its wing in the process. A grim smile filled his features as he heard the creature cry for help, caws filling the air.

.x He loped past the dying crow, his paws making not a sound on the dark ground. Was this terrain his now? But who would follow a blind wolf? What would happen to his pups if he ever decided to have them? Would they inherit his blindness? Shrugging, he decided right then and there that he would never allow anyone close enough to hurt him when he finally met anyone that would like him for him. Swiveling his head, he started padding toward the soft trickle of water that told him of a water source.

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[.le.masquerade.]

.lithum.
--i'll eat you away like a cancer--

[.O.]rbs of unrelenting emerald seared the land. Instead of a mossy and soft green, they were a malicious, poisonous, and toxic green much like acid that wore away at all that came into contact with it. All vulnerability had been incinerated from her being, and though she was smaller than her twin sister, she was emptier and more vicious than her sibling of a cloaked name would ever hope to comprehend. They had gone their separate ways to survey these lands, keeping in mind each area that held a unique prospect of pack lands. Then, the next item to gather were followers. This fem did not know how most would react to two twin females scouting out fellow night singers to join them. In this time, males were typically the ones to form allegiances and, eventually, packs. However, the other twin was too rock-minded for her own good sometimes, and refused to follow any law but her own.

[.T.]aking the wolf from her thoughts was the ruckus of black-winged ravens to her right. Lifting her poisonous eyes to the sky, her pupils caught a glimpse of the flock escaping from a commotion farther yet to the right. Curious as to what disturbed the wraiths enough to leave their perches, the black fae began a mile-eating lope in the direction of the disturber's location. As she neared the supposed location, a soft rustling found its way into her list'ners. Slowing to a walk, and eventually halting, the petite black wolf spied a crow upon the earth, blackish-red blood spilling from its numerous wounds. No ill thought entered her mind as she watched it writhe in it's many death throes, its muscles finally relaxing to the form of its demise. Lowering a wet black nose to hover above the carcass, she picked a scent from the mix of blood, earth, fear, and death. Another lupe had ended this creatures life. Lifting her crania, she started off in the direction of the other wolf.

[.U.]pon reaching a slight clearing, maybe twenty yards in diameter, the ebonite wench stopped, meshing with the lengthening shadows of the forest. As if to cloak her, the darkness leaned in closer to their mistress, covering her in a blanket of blackness so familiar it felt like home to her. Perking her ears forward, she was careful not to make so much as a whisper while stalking through the outskirts of the forest encircling the place of meadow at the heart of the circle of tall and macabre shadows, all dancing with the promise of night soon to be fulfilled as the afternoon sun bled dry, the opaque moon laughing at her dastardly deed of murdering the bright sphere.

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[Amora[x]]

x. The gray, brown, white male wolf bent down to take a long draught of water, loving the feeling of cold liquid running down his throat. Since his senses were so finely tuned, the brute could feel even the soft breath of another. And now, as the wind blew his fur, he could hear the breath of another wolf, and on his territory no less. His hackles began to rise, though he quickly suppressed it. First he would find out this wolf's intentions. Then, he would snake in for the kill.

x. He swiveled his head, glassy green eyes staring blindly around. When his sharp ears heard the soft padding of the wolf's paws, he turned sharply and loped toward the noise. His ghostly hued tipped ears flicked as the crashing in the brush sounded harder and louder. A short spasm of fright bolted through him for a moment, but he stayed his ground. A sweet scent crossed his muzzle before another rustle alerted him that the wolf was inches away from him.

[.le.masquerade.]

.lithium.
--you won't cry for my absence, i know--

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[.K.]een eyes watched as the other wolf looked around him, and only then did the female note his inability to see. Instead of dancing about the forest like a faerie, she stayed put. He approached her, the expression he wore telling the black wolfen fem of his anger at her presence. His eyes were slightly clouded, but beneath the white filmy layer seemed to be a color almost identical to her own. She did not pity him, because she knew that feeling sorry for another changed nothing bout their predicament, and Lithium could never pity any other because of her own non-existant self-esteem. The trees whispered to themselves, contemplating in their hushed languages what could transpire at this meeting.

[.T.]he air was crisp while the two continiued to stand in their places, the fem never wavering in her stance. Gales wove themselves through the trees, tangling themselves in the ebony ones pelt like the fingers of a lover raking across their partners flesh to entice them. For half a breath, fear cursed his facade, but then it changed back to impassive stone, expression indecipherable. Lithium would not speak first, nor would she flinch. Until the male made a motion to speak or fight, she would remain statuesque, the wind blowing her earthy and timeless scent into the brutes nares.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[Amora[x]]

x. He bared his fangs at her, the vibrations of her heart sending jolts up and down his appendages. The slightest movement she made would tell him if she was wary, frightened or ready to attack. Forgetting his prudence, he spoke up, his rough, callused voice sending the obsidian winged beasts that perched on the trees around them into flight. "What have we here? Come out, come out wherever you are." His voice was curled in a horrible way, the sing song tone made it seem as though the whole territory was waiting for his anger.

x. Did he dare pretend that he was able to see? Or perhaps she had already seen his glassy green eyes and left the territory. Resentment poured into his facade, his lower jaw locked and his fangs clenched. He hated being blind. He hated having other wolves pity him. He hated everything about the sightless world he had been born into. Though he sensed no pity from the wolf, a tiny prickle of a different sort of resentment filled his body. He had gotten so used to others pitying him that he now expected it. He hated it.

x. A horrible grin lit up his face in a manical way. "Is the poor femme lost? Or has she gone and ran away from her poor, miserable life?" he asked, ending in a tone that said he felt angry and that he despised those who felt that they were the unluckiest wolf in the land. Yes, he was a hypocrite, but he was also fully aware of it. He crouched down, his pelt blending smoothly with the grass. His belly fur scraped the ground, so soft that one might mistake it for the wind, but he froze, waiting, listening, feeling....

[.le.masquerade.]

.lithium.
--cut my wrists and black my eyes--

[.T.]he wolf gained an offensive stance, and the black femmora did not move so much as a muscle. He taunted her with words, but he couldn't see the advantage he had over the petite black fem. His body was much larger than hers, Lithium's form made for silence and speed rather than being weighed down my the mascu of brutes. However, the size difference evened out when you thought about her pocketing the power of sight. It would be relatively even, but the fem did not want to pick a fight. At least, not yet.

[.W.]hen the brute seemed done with his little rant, the fem watched him for one prolonged moment. She was not thinking anything in particular, just sizing him up or something along those lines. Her expression, however unknown to his eyes, was unfathomable. She held a great admiration for this wolf who, against the cards fate had delt him, was fighting back full-force instead of meekly accepting blindness. "You are one to know of being lost," she chimed, her voice like the patter of rain on the surface of a lake. The wind blew, stretching her words and giving them wings. "And life is only as miserable as you make it," she concluded, sounding so sure of herself. The look on his face was one she knew well, a loathing so profound that it seemed etched into the very fibers of the body. At the sight of his expression, she flinched inwardly, determined to show no weakness before him.

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[Amora[x]]

x. He paused, front paw hanging over the ground. His green eyes were turned on her, and they strained desperately and vainly to see his opponent. His ears were also straining toward her, the wind pinning them onto his head. A moment passed, and he relaxed his fighting stance though his tail remained rigidly straight, as though to warn her that even though he was not ready to fight, he would still do so if she began it.

x. A quiet growl passed under his jaws, though even he could not hear it over the soft rustle in the bushes beside them as a ferocious gale of wind made them sing their natural music. He stopped for a moment and repeated what he had told her, growling louder, "What are you doing here?" The blackness of his life required very little speech, so his tongue was unrefined and coarse. He had not spoken for such a long time, so his first try had been too soft and quiet to hear.

x. The wolf dragged his sharp nails across the dead ground of the terrain, gouging deep marks with each claw. Grown in the wild, he had never really felt a soft spot in him. He didn't even know if he had a heart. But now, as the femme's voice reached his ears, his heart gasped and began thudding painfully against his chest, as if awaking from a long sleep. For a moment, a wince passed his visage, and he forgot to breath. It was gone as soon as it came on, and he swiveled his head so that his glassy eyes were facing her, waiting for her response.

[.le.masquerade.]

.lithium.
--i bleed knowing you don't care--

[.L.]ithium was tense as she awaited the next move of the brute.

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status: i will finish tomorrow. ran out of time. sorry to keep you waiting, hun. <3