Like an arrow to the knee... ((Crow//open))

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] Her life was now a living hell....having been forced into submission by her adversary Zorn she now felt none of her previous pride in herself....she doubted her abilities...felt useless...and it was showing. Her silver fur was matted and dirty, and her already thin frame was now nearly skeletal...he had opened Pandora's box and with no one to help her sort out all of these....emotions....she was utterly overwhelmed. The last couple days she had been staying away from her pack, residing in the bolt hole and taking the latest patrolling shifts possible. It was the only way she could cope.....to ignore the issue...She had no idea how to process these feeling she had, having been taught during her youth that emotions were weak....to show them was to fail...And now...now the lack of them was tearing her to shreds......First her failure against Zorn....And Zealot's cool words after her defeat....She didn't expect to be babied....and would resent it. But....she needed for a moment to know that she wasn't alone....wasn't crazy....though maybe she was...Hell....it was just a matter of 'how' crazy.... She had not hunted in the last week, hunger had not stirred in her veins since the dominance battle. And now as she returned from another nights lonely vigil on the pack boundaries the lack of food was beginning to get to her. Ghosts danced across her golden gaze....though she had never really cared for anyone...not really..until she came here. And so a beautiful vision of Zealot danced, showing the slight grin....the rare moments when she had seen the softer side of Zealot. Vivian swayed on her feet, an emaciated skeleton rolling back and forth....until eventually she found the bolt hole. With the orange rays of morning just beginning to lick at the Scarlet forest she curled into a tight ball on the cold dirt floor. She was slipping in and out of consciousness now, her weakened body beginning to catch up with her weakened mind. Perhaps this was how it would all end....it would be rather fitting and expected that she would die alone....Just like she had always been told. Each breath was a fight, but a grin was curled on her black lips. If only...if only she could have Zealot here....her warm fur to nuzzle against one last time....her smell to carry her from this world to the next. ((Aaaand open....not sure if she will die or not :/ I guess its according to if i can get my muse going for her again....soo anyone in the pack is welcome to posteh))

[CROW. █]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:387px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/269/0/6/zealot_by_looserfaceman-d5fz6mk.jpg)] What was she supposed to think? Her pack had simply vanished into thin air for nearly a week. There was no warning, no explanation, they had just disappeared. No wolf, no matter how strong in mind, could go this long without torment. Zealot was no exception. After the first few days she had simply assumed that they had decided to wander off, and that they would be back soon. By the fifth day she was terrified something had happened to them. What if a bear had caught them out hunting and torn them to shreds? She'd never know. On the 7th day Zealot became hysterical. The wolf spent every waking moment combing the pack territory for any trace of them. Any hint that might tell her where they'd gone. But there was nothing. Only old and fading scents in the usual places. The dawn of the 8th day found her territory empty. She couldn't explain why she went to hidden paradise, nor how she got there. The female had wandered for so long, stretched her mind so far, she though she might break. It had been the simplest thing that brought her to her senses; A tree had fallen sometime in the past, and now lay rotting in her path. For some reason, it was the log that stopped her from going any farther, from running any longer. She could have easily climbed over it, or even gone around it. Instead, Zealot had turned around and returned to her forest. When she reentered the woods, she still felt hollow. Her fear of finding an empty den once again had driven her to start a patrol of the borders. After miles of trudging she had come across Jana, and her hope for the pack soared. But one thing still stuck in her heart like a thorn. Where was Vivian? The silver wolf had disappeared just after the dominance dispute with Zorn. Zealot knew that Zorn had come out a clear winner, she did not regret her decision, but she felt that she somehow forced Vivian away with her words. They were meant as advice, something to be remembered. Now they sounded only cold and hard. The black and tan wolf could have kicked herself. She didn't understand why she cared so much about Vivian. Couldn't understand. Their relationship was so underdeveloped. They had done so few things together. Yet... since the day they met, Vivian had been with Zealot. Deciding to act as a bodyguard, or maybe just following because she didn't know where else to go, the alpha couldn't have said. But there was a certain comfort that Zealot pulled from Vivian's presence. She had become used to the smell of earth and oak that belonged only to the silver female, used to the low hum of Vivian's energy. It was a cold world without. The alpha female showed stress, her jaw open slightly as she made short quick pants. Her ears were splayed out to the side, angled backward ever so slightly. She had done another search of the forest, now desperate. She had to find Vivian. To make her explain why she thought it would be okay to just disappear. To take her muzzle and squeeze until all her anger drained, then bury herself in the wolf's fur, disappear from the world. The thought made her chest tighten even further, and her panting increased. She couldn't stand here. She needed to move. She couldn't rest until the wolf was located. Her black paws carried her forward once again, her mind reeling too much to take part. Zealot didn't know where she was going, she didn't care. She just hoped that it led her to Vivian. Perhaps it was because she had memories there--Zealot had suggested the hollow beneath the roots of a dead tree, and Vivian had found the mound that eventually became the pack's bolt-hole. Zealot's paws carried her to the base of the tree, her silver eyes peering through the gloom, trying to see into the shadow of the hollow. There was no flash of silver fur, no golden orbs to meet her gaze. Vivian wasn't here. The alpha whined, her jaw nearly unhinging as it opened in an involuntary yawn, distorting the whine into a louder yelp. Zealot sat down, staring into the hollow, willing Vivian's form to appear. Her eyes closed to slits, ears pushing back, pulling her face to show her stress. She couldn't stop her quick panting, the aching burning in her chest. She'd been through every nook and cranny in her territory. Every last ditch or gulley that might hide some trace of her Vivian. This was the last place she had yet to go, and her worst fear had been realized: there was nothing. Without warning, Zealot violently threw her skull toward the night sky, a powerful howl tearing its way from her chest. Her song was that of mourning, the kind that one would sing at the death of a mate. The expression of her pain and sorrow wound itself into the clouds, echoing through the trees, reaching over the mountains. Why? It sang. Why did you go? Come back to me. The alpha sang until her breath eluded her, her mind reeling, her body pleading for oxygen. Then she collapsed. Simply let her muscles go limp and fell to the ground. The angle of the earth carried her down and into the hollow, tumbling her head over paws. She lay with her muzzle poking out from the darkness, the rest of her body twisted into the space. She had a pack to care for, and she would go on leading them. But there was no life without Vivian. She knew that now. Knew it and didn't try to understand it. NOTES. i. love. you. for both making this thread AND the title <3333

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] ((Awww... I feel special ^_^)) She was only semi conscious when her alphas how tickled at her ears. For several moments the sound did not register, just another sound in the forest, and then it hit her.....this was Zealot.....this was a song of mourning. Had something happened while she had been away? Surely the call was not for her.... She blinked, her golden eyes raw and scratchy beneath dry lids. She sounded so lost.....in so much pain....she had to go to her...she had to. A surge of adrenaline propelled her from the hollowed earth, on wobbling legs she stumbled...trying to catch the origin of the sound...she was close, luckily...as it was unlikely she could venture very far as weak as she was. But something about the thought of Zealot in pain...may it be physical or mental, forced her emaciated limbs to move...One step after another, she should howl back...but the thought of exerting so much energy was too much...It was easier to stumble along...a mindless machine like action. Her muddled mind was filled with worries...who had died? Or rather who could not be found? Zorn...she doubted it...he was too stubborn to die. The chubby one? Maybe....But a memory of her eyes taking in Zealot's form made a weak snarl curl on her lips....That bitch...she could do without....But regardless....Her alpha was in pain...and it was her duty to be there in her time of need. Her breaths came quick, the sheer effort of shuffling along causing her to pant and become uncomfortably hot. Nearing a fallen tree she picked up on her smell, and lowering her head to wag back and forth across the earth she pushed on. Each foot curled under as she moved, each step becoming slower to come. And then the earth disappeared from beneath her. She didn't have the time or strength to stop herself, flipping head over feet she rolled down the small incline. But a mass of bones and silver fur. At the bottom she hit something soft that gave beneath her slight weight, she closed her golden eyes to try to catch her equilibrium and that's when she smelled her.... She froze for a moment, her dark nose twitched as her eyes finally cleared. Though in the darkness all that could be seen was a dark muzzle, and a pair of silver eyes.....Zealot. Briefly she felt the urge to nuzzle her, to bury her face in that thick fur, feel the warm of her....She tried to stand but her legs would only twitch in response. She almost whimpered when she pushed her nose forward in search of her touch, almost..... "Zealot...." She said in her ruff voice, made even more so by her aching throat. "Are you alright?....." ((gah...sorry my writing is such crap...I dunno what's going on with me -_-' ))

[CROW. █]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:387px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/269/0/6/zealot_by_looserfaceman-d5fz6mk.jpg)] Strange dreams drifted across her mind. An unusual white mist hung just above the ground, glowing, seeming to pulse in time with her heart. It was still, even as she moved through it. It did not swirl about her paws, was not disturbed by any air current. The sky was a deep bruised purple, no clouds, no features. She knew it was the sky and did not question it. Just as she knew that the ground was made of dirt, though it was black, and hidden beneath the mist at her ankles. This place was no where she had ever been before, bore no resemblance to any real location, but she knew it, nonetheless. There was a familiar air here. At first, there was nothing but to exist. To simply stand where she was. To just be. Then, slowly, there came something else. Something more. The mist began to move. It rose up in great spirals, announcing the arrival of someone else. A silhouette approached, shrouded. It emitted a dim light, pulsing to a different beat. The figure became clearer as it grew closer, features became visible. A silver pelt. Black fur at points. Then... then she saw what distinguished the wolf. A pair of golden orbs, gazing with an intense affection. So much love... all the love in the world... all for her. The mist pulsed faster. She could feel her soul being pulled into those orbs, into that gaze. She could feel the presence of something. It was cold, guarded, yearning. She could almost touch it. It was just a hair's breadth away. The force of another body upon hers woke her from her dreams with a jolt. A growl would have shot from her muzzle if it were not pressed into dirt and fur. For a moment she struggled, a natural reaction of any creature, trying to free herself from the weight. Then she ceased, having realized that she didn't care if she was free or not. There was no pain, only the sensation of pressure. There was no reason to be free. She drew in a breath, forcing her lungs to inflate her chest. With it came the smell of oak and earth. She felt the body moving atop her, and she braced her muscles to keep herself from being flattened. The weight was lighter than she imagined for the size of the form she could sense. It was all skin and bones. It poked and prodded. Who, or what, ever it was hadn't ea--wait. Earth and oak? Before she could put a face to the scent, a voice broke the silence of the hollow. Zealot could have bitten her own tail for not having realized sooner. "Vivian?" The wolf twisted, using every muscle at her disposal, maneuvering beneath the slight weight of the other. Finally she faced upward, her back to the earth, their chests touching, bodies pressed together. The wolf wrapped her paws around the female's neck and buried her muzzle in Vivian's warm fur. "I..." She choked on her words. Her throat tightened into a painful lump. If she had the physical ability to cry she would have. She would have poured out her heart in those salty tears until her body became dehydrated. Instead, she pulled her head back to look the emaciated wolf in the eyes. Her silver gaze bore into Vivian's gold. Zealot took Vivian's muzzle in her own and squeezed, hard. She would punish this wolf for leaving the pack. For leaving her family to the whims of nature. For abandoning her mate. Her jaw tightened, teeth pressing ever harder into Vivian's muzzle. How dare she. How dare she think that--no, how dare she not think of the impact her disappearance would have on Zealot. The black and tan wolf's rear legs came up, one on either side of the silver wolf's body, their bellies touching. She needed to feel this wolf against her. To have their fur part and their skin touch. She needed to push her energy into Vivian's, to have their souls wind around each other, to become forever inseparable. Vivian had to know that she could never leave again, for any reason. That she was wrong for ever having done so. But she also had to know how much Zealot cared for her. That she was safe, here, in her mate's embrace. "Vivian." The wolf released her mate's muzzle, once again staring into those golden pools. She inhaled, wanting to say more, but she paused. A moment passed in silence. "Mate." The word was a simple declaration. There was no questioning it. With that, Zealot buried her muzzle into Vivian's neck. The hollow had become warm with their combined body-heat. She could feel Vivian's heart along with her own, more rapid, beat. Zealot took a deep breath of the wolf's scent, her mind reeling. She knew there was no life without Vivian. Knew it and didn't question it. NOTES. -pretends that she didn't put your table in your posts- I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. TT.TT

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] ((thankies <3 I should have already had them on here..... *was lazeh*)) She nearly trembled as her name rolled from Zealot's tongue, she missed that.....the way someone you trusted said your name differently than everyone else...She was still as Zealot rolled, unable to do much more than slide along her hide. And then they were chest to chest, heart to heart. She could feel her strength, her resolve in each powerful beat. While her own sputtered along like a hummingbirds wings, frantic and erratic....Perhaps that was what had at first attracted her to Zealot, her lack of weakness.....when Vivian had so many. Maybe she had thought she could improve...become more like the dark beast below her, but in the end she had practically abandoned them all...like a fool she hid on the outskirts of their lands.....like a coward. The thought made her chest ache...the knowledge that she had left Zealot alone, anything could have happened to her while she was gone and she would have been unaware..... Suddenly dark furry limbs curled around her neck, pulling her closer than she thought possible. Claws nipped at her exposed bones, pulling at the loose skin until she felt that they were one being....and felt her heartbeat finally aligning itself with Zealot's....Maybe this was all she had needed all along....a reminder....a reason to go on. A syllable and a puff of warm breath reached her ears, but then her alpha seemed unable to continue....Vivian hesitated for a moment, though she did not let her golden eyes meet Zealots silver she did allow them to dance about the lower half of her face. Words had never been her forte....and now was no different. Her lips parted but the only sound to emerge was a nervous whine. Her jaws were suddenly in Zealot's maw, her sweet breath rolling over her skin like a warm wave.....Vivian knew what this was...knew she had been wrong in leaving...but the pressure slowly increased to a degree she had never felt before. Tighter and tighter her jaws clamped, but even with pain radiating into her skull she didn't want to pull away....didn't want to lose the closeness she felt to her.....the searing warmth of the skin along her stomach, the taste of each breath as it fluttered along her muzzle. She winced, feeling the punishment increase until warm pools gathered behind her eyes...and then she was free, her name uttered again by the same mouth that had just caused so much pain. Vivian was stunned when her eyes met those of her alpha...it was forbidden....and she wanted to back down......but she also wanted to look deeper....to know everything about this alpha female she had come to.....love. So she risk the reprimand for a few more seconds of those piercing eyes. And then she uttered the word that Vivian had longed to hear...... "Yes...." She said softly when Zealot's muzzle pressed into the sensitive skin of her neck. "...yes.." And now she could feel her alpha's heart beat quicken, losing for a moment its constant steady beat...and that more than her words really proved to Vivian that she needed her.....She was needed.....not to kill, not as a bodyguard, but as a mate.....Something she had never been and never had expected to be. But with Zealot the word did not carry so much baggage...it was more of an offer to carry the load. "I'm....so sorry I left...you..." Her raw voice broke the silence, but then she snuggled closer, pressing their already closer forms even more so. Until her ribs ached and her hips hurt....but she could never be close enough......not to her...not to her mate..... ((awwww........*pulls out tissues*))

[CROW. █]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:387px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/269/0/6/zealot_by_looserfaceman-d5fz6mk.jpg)] The warm scent of the body atop her enveloped Zealot's senses, tempting her into dreams. She would have been happy to lay as she was, forever, but Vivian's voice--her voice, so sweet despite it's rough tone--broke in. Zealot allowed her mate to snuggle ever closer, basking in the hum of energy that radiated from her. She said nothing of the apology. It wasn't necessary; Zealot knew just how badly it had hurt Vivian to realize that she had caused pain to her alpha. That, alone, was enough. Zealot took a deep breath, allowing her mind to reel once more. This was all she could have ever asked for in life, but to say she couldn't be happier was a lie. She knew that she would be happier, in the future, with Vivian by her side. Every day her heart would swell with love and adoration, growing past the confines of her physical body and invading her soul. The alpha moved her muzzle up and down slowly, caressing the silver wolf's neck in a tender gesture. But she felt loose skin, bone. Her heart skipped a beat as the physical feeling of Vivian's body poured into her mind. This wolf was underweight. She weighed nothing as Zealot imagined she should. And her movements... though they had been made with purpose, they were weak and slow. A half growl, half whine escaped her muzzle as she began to wriggle. She could feel the skeletal structure of the wolf poking her now, elbows, ribs, toes. The wolf rolled to her side, using her own paws to pull her body from beneath Vivian's. She had to see the full extent of Vivian's condition. There wasn't enough room in the hollow. Zealot wordlessly grabbed at Vivian's scruff, undoubtedly finding more skin than should be there on a healthy wolf, and backed out of the hollow. It was still dark outside, the sun having barely risen in the sky. What had seemed like a lifetime pressed against Vivian had been merely minutes. There was enough light to see clearly, though, and Zealot stifled a gasp as she pulled Vivian clear with little effort. The silver female was a mere skeleton, her skin draped over her. She had no fat, little muscle... Is this what Vivian had done to herself? Zealot thought to bite her tongue, to reign in what angry words flashed through her mind. But that thought was short-lived. "What were you thinking! You haven't eaten in a week! You could be..." She wouldn't say it. She wouldn't admit that she might lose her mate. That was an impossibility, and the sooner the world and all its laws of nature realized it, the better. The alpha dipped her head, using her muzzle to roll Vivian's skull so she could see clearly into those golden orbs. Her silver gaze was soft, inviting, worried. "I will find you something to eat." The alpha turned and bolted into the forest, her goal set. She would not give Vivian the chance to fade away. Her words were also an order. A command that she must remain alive. Zealot's heart beat desperately as she searched the brightening forest with her nose. Somewhere she had buried a squirrel, packed safely into the frozen earth, it should still be viable. The damned thing had the guts to leap atop her back, chattering angrily that she had invaded its territory. A quick snap had settled that dispute. Silver eyes floated through the darkness, picking out obstacles as they came, guiding her body over them. She would find this squirrel and bring it back to Vivian. Present it to her as food, as a gift... as a question. Zealot's pace quickened. NOTES. i know i kinda left it hanging, but i was afraid that i would ramble to much if i continued xD

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] Dead...yes....that had been what she was going for. But now she realized just how foolish she had been...just how much she had to lose. She slipped away from her and Vivian's limp form fell to the dusty floor like a rug. Her teeth clicked together and her salmon pink tongue darted out to touch her smarting canines. She had not expected Zealot's response to her thin frame, honestly the thought had not even crossed her mind. She did not try to stand...did not want to fall at her mate's feet. With a flash of her black bushy tail Zealot was gone. Vivian could feel a whine building in her throat, the desire to follow her like she always did. To run along her powerful frame...feel the occasional bump of her shoulder.. She tried to stand, stiffening her legs until they locked in place but when she looked at the slight incline she would have to climb she knew there was no way. With a growl she fell back on her boney bum, her large ears twitching about her thin skull as she listened for Zealot's return....cherishing her touch more so than the meal she would surely bring. The tantalizing scent of blood soon reached her dry nose, making it twitch back and forth in an almost comical manner. And then there was a breeze of warm air, a fuzzy rodent rolling across her paws...that was fast...but she expected no less from Zealot. She had her on a pedestal of sorts, and it was unlikely she would ever be removed. The scent of blood made her mouth water...but the sight of a meal made her neglected stomach churn, but she needed to eat it....get her strength back....she could not be a liability to the pack...especially not now. Grasping the squirrel by its tiny skull she tossed it back into her maw, crunching only twice before forcing it fur and all down her throat. She looked at Zealot almost sheepishly, no one had ever looked after her before.....and she was unsure how to respond...A thank you seemed to formal...So she dipped her head low, stretching her neck to try to touch noses with her alpha. Her alpha....Zorn's alpha.....the fat ones alpha...she had not even thought of the implications of Zealot's decision to declare them mates...Zorn would no doubt refuse...possibly even challenge her mate for control of the pack...Her silver hair bristled at the thought...Maybe she was being selfish by trying to keep Zealot as her own....had she forced her into her decision by leaving? Did she see it as an ultimatum? Her golden eyes fell to the dark earth as her head spun with thoughts.... pups...she could not give her pups.... "I.....I can't give you pups Zealot....and Zorn....I don't see him taking this...us..well. Are you sure you want this? ......me?" The last word was all but a whisper, she dared not lift her eyes and see her love's face.

[CROW. █]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:387px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/269/0/6/zealot_by_looserfaceman-d5fz6mk.jpg)] Her limbs were shaking so hard she could barely make the run back. The squirrel was only a mile out from the bolt-hole, buried just as she had left it, beneath a rather sad-looking bush. It had taken her mere moments to dig it up, find that it was indeed still viable, if a bit cold and dirty. Yet, despite the pressing need to return to Vivian, Zealot stood before the plant, staring down at the corpse with an expression of intense thinking. Everything that had happened so far. Everything seemed so fast when, in reality it had taken an entire season. She had picked out this territory two seasons ago, at the end of fall. She had finished marking it and had her first member accepted when Vivian arrived in the beginning of winter. Not long after that came Zorn, and their dominance dispute took place around the end of winter. There was snow on the ground, that much was certain. Then Jana arrived. Then they all... left. It had been only a week since their disappearance. A mere week in the face of an entire season. She'd found Jana again, and thought she'd lost Vivian. Then today. Today... she'd found her Vivian, and so much more than just the physicality of the silver wolf. She'd found how much she truly cared for her. Just how bad it had hurt that she had gone... and she'd found a mate. The last word made Zealot stiffen. It had seemed like such a short time for them to know each other. So little interaction to bind them together. But this was not something that had happened overnight, nor in merely a day. It had taken an entire season for Zealot to realize that she loved Vivian. An entire season. They had met at the end of fall, and here it was, spring. Suddenly her asking Vivian to be her mate didn't seem so far-fetched, so rushed and without substance. This was a natural pace. But, even so, Zealot wished one last thing. The wolf picked up the squirrel and turned. The trip back seemed longer, somehow, with this new knowledge. The question she would ask Vivian burned in the pit of her stomach like a firebrand, making her heart ache to know the answer. Even without it they would still be mates, they didn't need it to prove their love for each other... but Zealot wanted her pack to know. To know that she had taken a mate, and that her mate was a female. They would not be able to give the pack pups, to help it run as a family unit should... but at least there would be stability in the leadership. She had no idea how the pack would react, but she also, to a degree, didn't care. This was how it would be. Vivian was her mate and nothing would change it. The black and tan wolf appeared through the foliage. She had paused just behind the curtain of undergrowth to regain her composure, and, now, as she trotted toward the silver wolf, her limbs no longer shook. The alpha's sides heaved from the run, her eye wide with adrenaline. Her breath had melted the squirrel in her jaws, returning it to a rather palatable condition. Zealot laid it gently atop Vivian's paws, stepping back to allow the wolf to eat. She wanted to sit. To simply sit and watch this emaciated being eat her first meal in a week. But anticipation kept her on her feet. Her silver eyes looked on as Vivian first seemed to regard her food with distaste. Was squirrel something Vivian didn't like? No, no. It was because she hadn't eaten in so long. One's body didn't go so long without nourishment so simply accept the fact that it was available again. Zealot's muzzle broke into a grin as the silver wolf swallowed the creature. Zealot's grin faded into a pleased expression as Vivian reached to touch noses with her. The alpha was more than happy to oblige. She tenderly touched the sensitive skin of her nose to Vivian's, reveling in the sensation. But there was something wrong. Vivian dropped her eyes, refused to meet Zealot's own. What was the matter? The alpha lifted her head back to normal height, looking down on the wolf with worry. Then came the words. So full of pain and remorse. Zealot's heart cringed. Pups... to have them had been the single thing in Zealot's life to cause her the most pain. Every day was a reminder that she was homosexual, that she cared not for the caresses of males, only for females, and, consequently, that she would never bear young. The alpha female of the Scarlet Pack would never continue her bloodline in those furry little bodies... It didn't matter. Zealot tensed her paws, claws digging into the earth. "Vivian. Look at me." A command. "I don't care if Zorn thinks we should all live as rabbits and eat plants. This is not the pack's decision. It is ours." Her voice was strong, determined, resolute. "And," Her tone softened as she knelt down, laying her body before Vivian. The alpha reached out with her muzzle, touching the silver wolf's cheek with her nose. "I don't care if we will never have pups. I have you." Forepaws grasped at the ground, pulling her forward so that she might afford Vivian the chance to touch her in return. Her tongue rasped out, running over her mate's forehead. She adjusted her muzzle, placing it beside Vivian's ear. "Will you perform the Mating Ceremony with me before the pack?" The question slipped out in a sweet whisper, releasing Zealot from the tension of holding it in. NOTES. d'awwww <3333

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] Small hairs stuck to her dry throat, her empty stomach churning as it received a foreign thing....food. She worried for a moment that her body might reject the chilly meal but with several forceful swallows she forced the contents of her stomach to stay put. With Zealot back the small bolt hole seemed full, her warmth spreading through its confines, her smell rubbing against Vivian's own musky scent....She had not been gone long....but she was glad her mate had returned, having been so recently reunited she was desperate to keep Zealot in her sights. She had dreaded Zealot's response...almost expecting her to realize what a mistake it would be to take such a train wreck as her mate. Her voice was forceful and immediately brought Vivian's gaze back to her face...She was holding her breath, waiting for the ball to drop....after everything good that today had brought she could only expect to be struck down. But her voice was not one of confusion or indecision....it had a note of finality. When her soft nose pressed against her cheek Vivian leaned into the touch, her eyes closed for a moment as warm tingles sprouted from her touch. Would she really be enough to keep Zealot happy? She could only hope.... When Zealots smooth tongue slid over her forehead she snuggled closer, just as her soft words danced across the sensitive hairs of her ear....The Mating Ceremony. Unease bubbled in her chest but she was quick to force them back down....no....no....she could not let her inhibitions ruin this....ruin them....And in a way it would be good.....no more whispered questions, everything would be out in the open...as it should be. She pressed closer, pushing her maw into Zealot's thick fur before breathing in deeply.... "...of course." Her voice was but a whisper, but in the confines of the bolt hole it was loud enough to be heard. Her pink tongue sprang forth to lick at Zealots shoulder, with a bit of hesitation she stretched her neck upwards to nip at Zealots ear...it was nothing brutal, but hard enough to bring blood....She wanted to draw it into her...and have Zealot do the same. She did not know where the idea came from...or even why she wanted to do it....but she wanted her blood on her lips....To have a part of Zealot locked away inside her body. So that no matter what happened she would always have her... ((Vivian is kinkeh ^_~))

[CROW. █]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:387px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/269/0/6/zealot_by_looserfaceman-d5fz6mk.jpg)] Zealot lowered her muzzle down, pressing her cheek against Vivian's shoulder. A breath heaved itself from her, an expression of her happiness. Her life had gone from the rock bottom to the absolute high in a matter of hours. She wasn't used to the roller coaster of emotions, much less expressing her love. But this... being here, so close to the wolf who made her heart beat faster, things felt so... natural. It would be a lie to say that this is what she imagined her life to be someday. She had never even dreamt that she would be here. But she was happy. Zealot felt her mate move beside her, a tongue on her shoulder. The skin tingled where Vivian touched it. The silver female hesitated, and Zealot assumed it was because she didn't know just how far she could invade her alpha's personal space. Before Zealot could reassure her that there was no need to worry, a pain lanced through the alpha's ear. In a heartbeat Zealot whipped her skull around, her muzzle closing on Vivian's scruff--the first thing her jaws met. A low growl rumbled in her chest. The attack was instant, a reaction to the pain. Her teeth pressed hard, moving through fur and clean into skin. Blood touched her tongue and she froze. The pupils of her eyes expanded, nearly engulfing the orbs in black. In one quick motion Z turned in on herself, releasing the scruff and readjusting her aim. This time she clamped onto Vivian's own ear, fangs slicing into flesh, a vicious snarl erupting from her muzzle. Her heart rate increased tenfold, a fire now burning in her stomach. Rear legs scrabbled at the earth, hind end lifting, hitching around. Forelegs stiffened, aiding the body in its desperate movements. The fire burned brighter, hotter, forcing a whine through her snarl. A paw slipped, and her weight crashed down on top of the silver wolf, prying her jaws loose. Z snapped, her teeth producing a terrifying click with the force. She picked herself back up, dropping her shoulder and slamming it into Vivian's with all her might. Muzzle found the wolf's leg and grasped it, hard, neck lifting it up and pushing forward. She moved into the wolf, turning Vivian over, exposing her stomach, placing her in a vulnerable position. Z needed that. To have Vivian helpless beneath her. To push her claws into Vivian's shoulders, rasp her tongue over her throat, bite dow--Zealot froze suddenly. She realized what she was attempting to do. Horror wrapped its claws around her soul and squeezed. The pupils of her eyes returned to normal size, the silver reflecting the fear and uncertainty she felt. The alpha took only a moment to stare into Vivian's eyes, their bodies caught in an awkward position, then she lept off of the silver wolf and dashed a few feet away. Zealot stood as she had for ten minutes, her back turned to Vivian, head and tail lowered. Control was never something she had ever had difficulty with, and she had nearly lost it. Never before had such stirrings been felt, such strong... desires. Vivian was in no condition to contend with her mate's full strength. What would start as simple play would end in death if Zealot wasn't careful. Finally, the alpha moved. Her head turned slowly, body following after a slight delay. She faced Vivian squarely, her gaze catching and holding. "The Ceremony. When you are in better condition." The words were quiet. But her body spoke more than her voice. I want you. Said the glint in her eyes. There will be more. Promised the twitch of her muzzle. But can you handle me? Asked the tentative swish of her tail. There were many social trials Zealot would face in taking Vivian as her mate, but the silver female would have much more than simply cuddling with the dark wolf. Zealot had only met Z once in her life. Luckily, no one had gotten hurt, but that had been enough for her to take every precaution to avoid her monster getting out again. Where Zealot was a predator, reveling in the falling of deer or boar, Z was a predator of another kind. Z didn't care the consequences, held nothing back, and had no qualms killing whomever couldn't match her strength. The alpha wolf stood, gazing steadily into golden orbs. Her tongue rasped against the backs of her teeth, a drop of blood alighting her senses. She swallowed, taking a part of her mate within herself. Forever. NOTES. Zealot is kinkier ;P

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] She had overstepped her boundaries...that was her first thought when Zealot's growl burst in her ears, her teeth puncturing the loose skin atop her neck. She could feel her thin blood pooling in each small wound, but it didn't hurt... not really. Vivian might be a fragile being when it came to her mental stability....but physically she could hold her own...well most of the time, at the moment she was half starved. But her pain tolerance was still high....and just as it had in that fight with Zorn her pain would mingle with pleasure. Had she been a cat she would have purred, twisting her silver skull back when Zealot released her. But before she could speak she felt ivories sinking into her ear, tearing through flesh and fur. This bite was a bit more painful, alas it was also more pleasing. She let a low growl rumble in her chest, her tongue arching in her mouth as she exposed her fangs. She was not attempting to be dominant, or upset the order of the pack. But Vivian had never mated...never flirted....everything right now was a first for her. And anger could easily switch over to affection, just as hate could to love. Her tongue ran across her pink stained teeth, pulling the sweet coppery liquid further down her throat. Her breath was forced from her lungs as Zealot crashed down upon her, dislodging her grasp on her ear. A loud click sounded in her ears and Vivian weakly turned to see Zealot barreling upon her. And then she was on her back, four thin legs sticking up in the air. Her powerful jaws settled around one limb and she proceeded to move her...positioning her for something. She was a bundle of nerves now......this...this wolf did not act as her Zealot. And as much as she would enjoy being thrown to the ground by Zealot any other time....right now she was not well...or able. She winced as her talons pressed into her shoulders, golden eyes nervously darting about her alpha's face. She was confused, unable to see where their play had ended and a true fight began. Warm breath hitched in her throat when Zealot leaned closer, everything in her demanding she defend herself.....not lay at her feet like a corpse. Her thin muscles rippled beneath her fur like snakes, wanting to attack...to retaliate. But she couldn't......with Zealot's weight upon her she was helpless. Her warm tongue danced across her neck making her freeze, her breathing noticeably quickening. And then she was gone. She hesitated, wondering if it was really over before she slowly rolled onto her side. Her breathing was quick, blood clotted on her silver ear and mingled with the thick hairs on her neck. Zealots back was to her, but she did not speak....What was there to say? She hated feeling helpless.....and that was how she had felt beneath her onslaught. She wanted to play this dangerous game that used pain and pleasure as pawns. But she had failed....she was not her equal, not even a contender at the moment. And it made her pride ache. Perhaps she should not have bitten her....she had set off this chain of events herself....she would just have to keep better control of herself until she was able to compete. She swallowed hard when her silver eyes caught her gold, dipping her head slightly in acceptance and shame. Yes......the ceremony....she needed to rebuild her strength before then, get back in fighting condition...Because then...they she could really play the game.... The thought sent a shiver down her spine, anticipation pulling at her. Weakly she stumbled to her feet, shaking her head to dislodge a drip of blood hanging from the tip of her ear. She shuffled forward, letting her nose collide with Zealot's own.....yes....she did not want her mate to see her as a lesser being....as weak....she had to get back in shape....get some meat on her bones. With a gentle lick to her cheek Vivian weakly stumbled up the small incline. Rolling over all of her hidden meals in her head....not far from here she had buried a rabbit.....she would go there first and devour the carcass and then return to the rest of the pack....to her mate. ((aaand end ^_^))