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[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

"Bad cat." and her body slid against his, her rough, mangy fur sliding along the healthy sleekness of his, her tail, chopped off at the end from a bad attempt at stealing a wolf pup caressed the side of his body, lingering along his hips and dipping down. "Did you think you'd get away with it?" her eyes, ice, so different from his own stared into him, saw through him and purred, an ugly sound coming from an old throat; insanity had a stench, did you know? It smelled like carrion, and tasted just as bad. She writhed against him, felt her body grow hot, heavier as desire slicked through her body. She'll take him, he knew and in that stench of lust he knew despair. Hot claws moved through his fur, parting the tufts there without breaking skin as her ragged, scarred muzzle drew closer to his mouth.

Heaviness seemed to weigh them down, holding him in place while she circled, eyes in a constant motion as they rocked over the shape of him, the strength of him. "I knew you took her. Where did she go? My little kitten, my little kitten, oh did you eat her you nasty cat?" Kotori didn't answer like he had in real life. Instead he rose up, his mouth quivering, fangs glimpsed beneath black painted lips and he mounted her, forced her down like he hadn't. Memory vanished replaced by his dream-self, where he shoved her down, his greater weight carrying her down, down, squished against the ground, her tail lashing, body writhing as she arched up against him like she had never done, like she had never cared to do. He took her in that way, fangs sliding through her, grasping her mangy, spotted neck where fur was falling off, his tongue stroking against bald-spot, saliva gathering in his mouth. He pushed and pushed, and took her but she was changing beneath him, shifting, growing smaller, sleeker, beautiful right before his eyes.

When she tossed her head back it wasn't icy blue but molten gold and Andee's eyes stared at him, blazing, angry, hot rage shrinking his member, his fur flattening, his claws unsheathing as she turned on him, claws slicing through his face. "I knew you took her. Where did she go? My little kitten, my little kitten, oh did you eat her you nasty cat?" Same words burned him, pushed him away as Olya's same words spilled forth from her mouth. "Did you, hm? Where did she go, hm, hm?" and the words dragged, the sound deepened as spots turned darker, white turned a brilliant yellow and her eyes!

Her eyes darkened, flattened, grew dead as the fur he had once had grasped in his maw. The leopard, nameless one - a reflection in a pond that gnawed at the edges of his bones. "Not today, at least." and the words did not burn him but made him dead, forced him to turn from him as the darkness gathered from the black spots on his hide. It spiraled out, grabbed him, forced him down the path of shadows where True memory touched his baby-memory. No sights, only sounds, rasping breath, a rough tender tongue. Milk hot on his tongue, voice soft and caring. He was lifted, his sisters cried but he did not see them, could not conjure them up in his dream world and he fell and fell, writhing in the darkness as he fought it back, his snarls muted to nothing, his claws slicing through darkness before it healed. You cannot kill the ultimate dark and it slowly seeped into his bones, the black rosettes pleated on his skin expanding, growing larger, obsidian black holes that eclipsed who he was until he was tumbling over himself into the waters. The waters, the waters -- he couldn't breathe, couldn't scream defiance, nothing but the silence, and the water, the water, the water....

Rain hit his muzzle, pooled under his maw where a puddle was starting to grow, drowning out sound in the harsh unyielding storm that had risen up and overclouded the sky. Kotori jolted away, snorting water from his nose where he was sprawled; it didn't matter to him that there should be no rain at this time of year, only one thing was certain, as wakefulness truly claimed him: in his memory, that was the day he had lost his eye to Olya.

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word count;; 737
tags;; andee-candy
OOC;; bahahaha!
he's a mess!

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[Andarial]

Andarial hated the rain. Aboslutely hated it. It had been overcast all day so she had eventually wandered out and had got caught in the downpour. She was soon soaked and itwasn't like she looked horrible like that, in fact she actually looked quite attractive like that. She growled unhappily as she trotted back to the closest den. She had begun to shiver, shivering was something she also hated,it hurt. Why did it hurt, someone might ask. It hurt beacause her fangs and teeth clicked together so hard that her head had begun to ache.

She was tired by the time she had gotten into the closest cave and she made herself hurry into the den and out of the rain. She turned around without scouting the cave and glared miserably outside of then den. She had begun to clean herself, her tongue rasping firmly against the fur that lay thickly against her sopping skin.

(sorry my muse is like crap)

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

The dream stayed with him, behaved like no dream he had ever had before: it clung to his consciousness, drove through the slick thoughts of his mind and captured him. Again and again he saw Olya transforming before his eyes, felt that feeling of disgust, of regret -- and disquiet. It was impossible not to feel so when his heart was thrashing in the barrel of his chest, his usually acute hearing drowned out by the crashing of his pulse in his temples. He would break himself against the hardness of his skull if he could; if he could just make it go away! -- that feeling swirled through his limbs, made him angry, sad, a chaos of emotions he did not know what to do with and it hurt.

Claws flexing, the black, curved daggers sliced through the ground he was pawing at, the brilliant color of his eye dimmed by the darkness, by the storm which made it's way through the dens, into his life, into his dreams. Maybe it was a stray Goddess kissing his soul, marking him for her own -- or perhaps these thoughts had baked and cooked in his mind for too long unnoticed and suddenly charred over, spilling into his subconscious self. His dream self. Kotori's shoulders rose as breath filled him, tightening his lungs as he sought to calm the chaos of his thoughts, of his heart where it was struggling to remain patient.

Strange emotion seemed to cut him adrift, much like his dream. He had lost his eye -- it was the only real thought that passed through his head, over and over, like a litany that he could not drown out no matter how hard he tried. It overcame the pulsing in his ears, the pounding and thunder of rain touching the earth, creeping toward him -- even the gentle pads of Andarial, his desire, his soul's flame. He did not know her, did not see or hear her in this state, but instead felt a thread of consciousness flick a switch in his soul. He didn't know, but knew in the way that instinctual knowledge slides out of sheer darkness.

Muzzle rising, ears flicking up, it was as if his problems fell away from him, the charred remains of his emotions turning to ash that was blown away by the breeze of her exuberance. Beautiful, beautiful creature; he purred, rough music that sounded entirely too amused as he stretched out along the rock-face he was sprawled on. So cold, it felt as if the heat that was beginning to gather in his loins was cooling, leaving his head to flounder where his heart had never thought to. Claws sheathing themselves, tension rolling through him, he watched, eyes muted in the dimness of the storm. It was dark -- she could not see him.

He knew with the sense of one who intimately knows another soul, with the superior wit of one who has dwelled close to the flame and come back unscathed. Kotori knew her, tasted her on his tongue when she was not near, and though in his mind she was but property, there was also a nagging sensation of doubt that sliced the cords of nerves; Fate using her shears to disastrous use as she snagged Kotori, cut his mind adrift from his primal wants and desires and left him thinking entirely too much about the situation with Andarial.

Dear creature -- horrid slut. Apart, the identities would gall, but when blended so perfectly in a young body -- could he truly help that she stimulated more than just his lusts? It was his mind that reacted to her presence, to her anger, her kitten danger. His tail twitched, flicking over at the end; hollow sounds of fur brushing against rock felt as if it thundered through the den, though in reality the rain drowned out that innocuous sound. He did not move, but felt her as if there was a cord that bound him by the throat to follow, to know where she was when she did not speak, but moved as if on her own.

Was this the face of a ghost? The face of indifference? He did not know and in that not-knowing he felt himself open up to her as he would not allow himself to do in front of others. He softened, like a flame that no longer burned but kept you warm throughout the night, licking up the chimney sweep and emanating a pulsing, gentle warmth. "You should not wander around in the rain." he said, voice thick with a purr from where he was nestled in shadows, only half-visible. A glimpse of white here, perhaps a curve of his shoulder, he flick of his torn ear. Did the shadows seem to knot especially potent around his broken, stolen eye? He did not think, but watched her, caught in this strange cycle of emotions that ironically made him feel emotionless. They were separate from him, things which did not please him and thus were put away. Instead there was her, and the gap that he could not -- or perhaps would not stoop to -- crossing. Would she meet him half-way or force him to grovel?

For sure, the latter would break him and he would leave this den and never look back again.

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word count;; 895
tags;; andee!
OOC;; WOOOT!

[Andarial]

She was half way done with her fur thoughit was still miserably soggy. The curves of her body were that much more acentuated though,making her look allthe more beautiful though she was painfully skinny. She had not eaten that day, that was why she had she had wandered out, she needed to hunt. If she hadn't hunted and managed to catch anything the pack would go hungry that day,and none of them could afford to go hungry. But sadly she had not caught anything and so she would have to go out again, into the rain.

Standing she readied herself with a shake and was about to run off into the rain to hunt down some deer or something until she heard [/i]his[/i] voice. She turned with a hiss, her golden irises glowing in dark. Hatred, love and lust were radiating within that gaze made her look like the demon her kind were so often referred to. She had promised him the last time she saw him that she would claw him on sight the next time she saw him.

But in here it would be to his advantage and not her's. So she stared at him with that eerie gaze and her hackles raised, which was hard to do under all that water. She growled low in her throat, "Why shouldn't I claw your other eye out right now?"

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

Warmth dropped from him like a fire doused by the storm outside; his dream was too close to his mind, too forceful, too painful for him to be able to accept that with any sort of calm. The vulnerability, the instability of losing that eye, the reason behind it-- the love that he had had for that damnable, insane feline which had strung him along for most of his life - !

His heart stuttered, throbbed like a candle trying it's best to stay burning when all the dark was intent on smothering it, killing it, silencing it forever. He did not speak, though her words lashed at him, seemed to open up the wounds in his heart and pour salt on them. She should be laughing, he must be thinking but there is nothing in his head, only shock, only the strange sensation that time was looping backward, roping around his throat and pulling him in two different directions. In one corner was Olya, darling, mangy cat with her ugly face, and her uglier eyes. Her body burned him like a brand, claiming him with cruelty -- taking his eye for a phantom dream she could not distinguish from reality. She hissed at him, snarled at him -- and so different from the dream, Kotori had struck out, had tried to overpower her insanity, only to be struck down with her laughter, her amusement.

Would you truly kill me? Your mother? Your mate? and he fell to his paws before her, shunned, humiliated by her words, dirtied by her existence and the paw she had placed on his back, as he had never been by anything since. And yet it was his fangs which had cut through her throat when enough was enough, and her eyes had clouded over with no recognition - when she called out for a sister he knew she did not have, for a kitten that had never existed. He wanted to love her, to be accepted as equal, and when he had come to realize she must die, he had lost his eye. Instead a new sight had been given him, a darker one, full of shadows and cruelty that he had tread as easily as a cat does a crumbling precipice: with confidence to thwart the lingering doubts.

Had he done the right thing?

No one knew, and the person who would, could no longer speak. But she haunted him -- oh how she haunted him: infiltrating his dreams, his senses, her blood building a craving in his stomach, in his very body that he could not ease no matter how much blood he spilled, or how much flesh he consumed. He could not rid of her, and that cruelty was there, reflected in Andee's eyes, that shamelessness that sparked madness in his own heart.

Despite it, Kotori's voice rumbled with amusement, a false brevity at the accusation in her voice. Would he ever admit how much he truly feared the loss of his other eye? Would he ever admit the true fear that lingered behind that false one? Oh, stupid cat. "Because if you do, I won't be able to see you again, and that would be a terrible way to live."

He rolled, his body stretching out as his shoulders flexed, claws extending in a brief display of danger before the contained violence seemed to find a way to remain trapped, to remain as it was: caged. Shifting over rock, he rolled to his flank, his chest rising and falling, tail slithering like an evil whisper over the rocks. "And imagine how irritated you would be with me if you had to take care of a blind cat for the rest of your life?" he laughed then, a soft sibilant sound, more chuckle than laugh, less amusement than perhaps he would have wished, but Kotori had decided on the path and he would not stray from it.

Keeping to it with a will that was unsurprising if you knew him well, the giant cat took on the pose of indifference, his eyes calm where hers were inflamed with rage, with indignant rage. Yet he couldn't help but slip, his eyes sliding over her body, looking at the hollows that carved out of her hips, of the ribs he could glimpse (it helped that she was standing silhouetted against the rainfall while he, insidious creature, was swathed in darkness), and the delicate turn of her ankles. "You haven't eaten." he said, more statement than question, ears flicking down briefly against his skull before bouncing up again.

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word count;; 764
tags;; andee!
OOC;; aww, he cares!

[Andarial]

She gazed at him, her gaze lingering between desire and hatred. Anger roiled up and as he mocked her. Oh ,how she hated him. Oh, how she loved him. Hatred and love, fury and lust tangling in an intimate dance. She wanted more and more to reach towards that anger but she was falling further and further away fromit as the love pulled her in closer, so far away until only her claws could touch it.

"What makes you think I would take care of something like you?" she didn't say someone, no she put a thing on the end to make himsound horrible while with each word her voice was becoming less and less severe. Soonshe was sitting down with her tail curled aroundher paws, her eyes still reflecting anger though now it was hollow and almost empty.

She was hoping to wound him, protect herself as he stormed away angrily. It would help keep her safe, help keep her somewhat whole if he left her before she became attached. Then he did something she would never expect from her beloved Kotori, something she never would have dreamed of him even possesing. Was this perhaps feeling? HE expressed some kind of worry that she had not eaten and she just forced herself not to be swayed by that lovely characteristic.

"I can't afford to when my pack is back at the dens starving themselves to death in the rain!" She was furious! Whether it was with herself or him she did not know. She growled low in her chestyet again the last little bit coming out as a hiss.

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

To most, Andarial's emotions were like a roller coaster sliding up, up that wretched height in slow increments, pulling you with her as fear began to suffocate your throat. There was a drop, a moment when the anger would peak, your fear to blind your eyes and spike up the fur around your neck -- then, then, oh god then it would drop, and your stomach would be in your throat, pulling you down, down, down with the strange force of presence that she manages to have despite her stature. But it didn't her size, no, you don't really notice her size after the first time -- it's all in the eyes, the tilt of her muzzle, the spark of her soul flaring so proudly beneath her skin. It draws you, despite yourself - a curiosity that something so tiny, so delicate could be so fierce and angry and the emotions of her lusts, her anger, hatred, sorrow, grief, happiness: it throws you in circles, loops you around at high velocity as it constantly changes, morphs into a bigger loop, a deeper drop, over and over, until you're so dizzy, so disoriented, so broken you can only cling to her paws and hope -- no, pray -- that she will protect you though you never know it is her own personality, her own soul which is frightening you, which is slowly eating you up from the inside.

She says she cares -- does she, does she really? Kotori wonders sometimes. Looking at her, so gaunt and lovely, starving simply because her pack is starving, raving simply because it was brought up when he had only meant to prod her into life, into a direction he had once brought up. To the wolves -- there was food there, so much food, and lesser numbers. Lesser existences that could never dream of stopping them if she would but let him do this. His stomach curdled silently in his body, twisting with it's own filthy craving: wolf flesh.

Why did he court this dangerous affliction? Why did he try to push her to let him do this for her when all it took was a few steps over the mountain and into the forests of their domain, hunting them, exterminating them? Her precious territory would grow, why was it so wrong? But looking at her, making a show of sniffing the wind, feeling her anger biting at his flesh like giant mosquitoes puncturing his skin and sucking his blood, Kotori could only tilt his head slightly. "I was under the impression it was the prerogative of the Alpha to eat when the rest starved." oh what a delightful puzzle she was presenting him with!

He would tease apart the threads of her morals until the world melted around them if she would let him -- if she would remain still enough for him to do it in peace. Not to be, not to be -- he knew it the moment her anger had roared over him with a heated intensity that only further drew him to her. How could she know that the angrier she got, the more arrogant and wrathful that she felt, only brought him closer to her, wanted him to roll her around on his tongue, to meld his anger with her own and see what would happen. Blood, lusts -- was there love in his heart? He did not know love and would never know if it ever did poison his heart.

A purring rumble, trembling out from between his lips and he decided it was time to calm her down before her anger took her to new heights and drew her too far from his. Oh no, that would never do.

He would sink his claws into her and draw her nearer, nearer until her wrath melted into surprise, into shock and the outrage would disappear from her heart like sand parting between fingers. He rose, but he did not simply rise, no, he made a show of it, tried in his own, clumsy way to do it. He was not used to trying to be sweet, or gentle, and it did not settle well with him to shoulder this emotion: so he hopped down from his miniature throne and slid closer to her, his body yards, then feet, the inches from her as his body moved with that energy of contained violence, of a spark that was more then ready to burn her, to hook her to his side. An adventure it would say, as he drew closer, muzzle lowered to her height, one single eye burning. So brilliantly, so perfectly in their interest, their intrigue. There was no darker flame to balance out his chaotic nature, and his heart's fire was blazing through his muzzle. "Shall we hunt, then?" an intimate voice for such a proposal, but there was something filthy about the way he said it, as if you really weren't quite sure what was going to be hunted and weren't quite sure you really wanted to know at all, but he was there, inches from his, his body on fire as the heat reached out to suffocate her own, to bring it closer, as if it were it's own separate entity and he didn't mind, didn't mind at all really. It was perfect this way, with her so near, with her golden eyes and her biting temper. So perfect, so beautiful and he felt thrilled at her nearness. He purred, closed that mere inch that separated their flesh and rubbed his shoulder against hers, feeling the electricity of the touch snaking through his veins and cooking him raw. Oh god.

word count;; 948
tags;; andee! <3
OOC;; LOL!

[Andarial]

How dares he! Oh how dare he make it sound like she didn't care for her pack. She cared more for her pack than probably any alpha, why some may ask, because she had no family of her own tolove so the pack was her family. But what self-respecting alpha would eat while their pack was starving. If they were well fed and eating every day then Andee would take the first part of the meal but ssdly it was not like that, sadly all of her pack, including herself was starving. They were living meal by meal and many were slowly dying off. Andarial could do nothing but watch and hunt as much as possible.

"I will not eat before my pack while they starve, I care for them more than I care for myself, unlike you," her lashing words were viciously barbed like a poisonuos bee's sting. She tried to see him only as an uncaring horrible creature but over and over again the loving side ofher drew her to him. Half of her wanted to leap across the den and rake her claws across his face and steal the rest of his sight from him while the other half wanted to press up against him and rub and lick him.

She loved him so deeply, oh how she loved him. But the part that wanted to protect her said that she couldn't love him for he didn't love her. Or so she believed. For all she knew he could love her with all his heart and soul but that protecting part of her denied that. She felt as ifshe was being ripped apart. That part that hated him pulled her away from him but that loving part of her pulled her closer to him.

And then, the propasition of a hunt! She thought on this for a moment. With his size they both could take down a large amount of prey. The pack coulduse this hunt and its profits. Excitement rushed through that half of her that wanted him because of the idea that thought she could be with him longer. The other part grew angry, why did she need his help!? When he pressed against her for afew minutes she pressed back as hard as she could, rubbing against and letting out a purr-like growl. Then, relizing what she had done she recoiled all the way back until she was against the wall. She nodded slightly to let him know she would go on this hunt and then turned her gaze out towards the still falling rain, though it was much lighter, and stared blankly at it.

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

It reminded him of the Jaguar, nameless, shadeless, but oh what a face! It was seared in his skull, the utter stench, the speech, the breath that eased out from his parting, silent lips. But he spoke, oh how he spoke and it was those words that filled his head now as he watched her, tasted of her with her body close to his own. He would court her in a way that the jaguar would never understand -- would make her love him so fully, knowing his nature, his attitude and still have herself falling into languor at the merest touch of his tongue on her skin. Sinful creature, seeking the heart when the game only included the body! But what a sweet prize it was! Let the jaguar have the body, have the degradation of forcing her beneath his bulky, yellowed body. Kotori was after a bigger, far more spectacular prey.

What a thing to hold, a heart, the fire, the very spirit that would flare and stutter out at his command; to have her at his beck-and-call, to have her pulse pounding beneath his jaws. Her temper would be his, her flame would be his and the dance would go on and on, this dance of pretend equals, though between these two leopards there was no such thing. He was dark, an evil hiss that tickled her ear with sin, that coaxed her to life with the fight, with the defiance but did she not know he was molding her? Culling out the wretched part of her? Polishing her to a brilliant brightness that would cast the biggest shadows of them all? Oh, dearest Jaguar, dearest Leopardess, you do not truly know the game this brute plays at, the intrigue in which he dips his paws and coaxes you to follow; his tail the lead, the brightness you grasp in your fangs and follow for fear that you would look the fool, would look incompetent, weak, spineless.

He knew her fear, as he knew the pride of the other and it was as sweet as it was wretched and a thrill slithered over his flanks, into his loins where he burned for her, wanted her the way that all males want the females, to become one in that instant where life and death blurs and each spurt of life brings about death. Each push of his hips would shove death a little further into her quim, would tantalize the disease, the fate that would bind them with a secretive smile. Cut these threads? For shame! Fate would see the result of these dalliances, these particular shades mixing together to see what color remains, what color it becomes; a dip of the quill and the brush splashes it along the vast whiteness of their future: little scenes of what-would-be buried under dreams and hallucinations of what-is and what-will-never-be glimpsed with each writhing motion of flesh molding to flesh, of heat boiling in the blood and sending them up in ecstasy.

Kotori would bring her down, but not before he brought her up, not before he polished her and showed the jewel that lay beneath the rusted mettle, the violent childishness. He would make of her a queen, and then tear her down for it, holding her heart in his paws every step of the way -- it was the game he played, the hunt he enjoyed when he laid his eye on the delectable creature, when his voice echoed hers when she shoved her body to his, felt the electricity of their physicality sizzling through his very blood. Did he groan? Probably, quite probably. It was more than lust, though lust often ruled him, often toyed with him and led him on merry dalliances in the dark where only breath is felt, and the scent of feminism burns his nostrils. He would have her that way, one day, one day, but before he must have her trust -- he would not push her down, for that would ruin the game.

She must know him, see him, become a part of him to see through his eyes. The Jaguar would do as he willed -- taking her, breaking her, but not before Kotori would build her back up again, not before he would take her pieces and polish her bright and place her back up on that mantel. Would he fight? No, never, never for it would ruin her pride, would ruin the arrogance of the King that she had within her womanly, serpentine heart. What a laugh to think these were the truest thoughts ever to be thought, the truest desires ever to be spoken so bluntly. Does he frighten you little leopard, does he make you wary?

Beware, beware! The Jaguar you never thought to banish would break your body and discard you, but Kotori, oh the monster you have brought so close, the monster you have tied yourself to would do so much worse. The Jaguar spoke truly, do not fear, for he would indeed, take your heart, would tie you to a misery that you did not see, an invisible rope that bound you to the path that you would never know you never chose. He would be there until he tired of you, until he found himself exhausted of your chatter, your scent, your burning soul and he would take the jewel that he had made of you and break it, smear it across the ground and piss on it.

But now, but now, he is here, and you are here and there is no one but the two of you to shush your whimpering and he follows the leopard when she pulls away, when her wariness becomes manifest in the numbness of her mind, in the way she turns her muzzle from him and instead looks toward the rain. Let's hunt he had said, and hunt they will, but who would be the quarry and who the predator? Who, indeed? No fear, no fear, for he is moving again and it is a gentle, seductive touch of his shoulders to hers, a slithering smile that flashes his fangs though his eyes burn, burn so bright where they stamp her flesh, alive with emotion, with want, and desire, steam rising up between them, suffocating them.

I want you, he says with his body, but he merely nudges her with the long line of his flank, his tail bouncing behind him in a playful sort of taunt and he is moving into the rain, through the water -- what a strange storm in the midst of winter! -- and does not even think of the chill that must soak into his skin, for he is a fire onto himself and his skin is burning, so hot it must brand where it touches, and he does not feel the cold, or the wet, though it sluices through his fur and leaves him soaked to the bone. Muscles writhe, a beautiful shadow playing along his spin and flanks, more visible with fur flat and wet. "Are you coming then, Andarial?" He tastes her name on his tongue and it is sweet, and it is perfect. Ohh what a game, what a treat this day has turned out to be.

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word count;; 1212
tags;; Andee
OOC;; It's half-creepy,
half sweet. Kotori-muse attacked
me saying I must reply! ^__^

[Andarial]

She stared and stared out at the falling drop, trying to ignore the hulking leopard next to her. HE would never love her, she told herself again. Again and again she said this in hermind and yet she could not convinceherself of that. She blinked slowly aching to yell at him, why don't you care! She knew something was off. Her conscious told her something was. If something wasn't he wouldn't be here trying to get her attention, of that she was sure. He would already have moved on if something wasn't going on.

Blankly she got up, not moving away from him nor moving towards him when he touched her and moved forwards after him when he called her. HAtred and hurt roiled through her, hurt from not loving her and hatred from the exact same thing. She shook as she was soon cold, but she did not curse the rain as they needed it so badly now.

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

It was cold, but it was more than cold: it was wet, and the light which would have normally glared back to slice his remaining eye was dimmed, cut out by the roiling clouds, the thundering winds, the harsh reality of cold and storm. To hunt in this would be a miracle, a thing of children's games -- sliding through the pounding hammers of the rain, a curtain of pain that pelted with it's force; gale wind would suck their breath from their very nostrils, leave them floundering in a noisy, chaotic world of blurry life. Haughty, they had been to say they would hunt in this monstrosity of weather, to bully through it's strength and find food, to find life and extinguish it.

Not impossible, hardly impossible, for Kotori had hunted in all sorts of storms, all sorts of weather and in the end he had come to the conclusion that it was easier, for the deer, the gazelles, the mountain goats and rams hid themselves among the nooks, blocking themselves from escape. So much easier to wench their necks between their jaws and crack bone, crack life -- but it brought them too close to horns, to hooves and flat, blunt teeth that bruised rather than broke skin. Still, still, it was a game of sorts and adrenaline was starting to lick along his belly though he was not hungry, though he was usurping the edict to remain hungry and had hunted when he had had no right to hunt.

Where was she? Where was she? Ears flicking back though it was nearly impossible to hear anything but the droning rain pounding earth, pounding flesh and the case of their bodies. Cold became to burn through the fever within him, the heat which seemed to fill him from the bottom of his soul, dredged up as the fire banked and rose, flickering over the edges of his body. Steam, hot, erotic steam would rise and make them sweat --- a pitiful smile that pulled at his mouth, more mocking than smile, and she parted the rains even as his body unleashed itself, muscles uncoiling from their tense crouch and he lept onto a rock. He knew where they hid, knew the trails that he should not have followed, knew the heartbeats to listen for, the bleats and pitiful whimpering of the young that would crowd their gargantuan bellies and hide from his hunger.

Impossible, and in his mind he laughed, a snickering, awful thing even as her foul mood caught him by the throat and snagged him there. He paused on his rock, body caught mid-leap as he cast his eyes toward her, saw her sulking, brooding, angry, so angry it was enough to warm the coals of his heart. He waited a moment, letting the hatred linger, the tension to pull so taut the lead which had bound them together in fate, in false-love, in an illusion of affection that was not entirely affectation. He did care for her, in his own way, in his demented, possessive way.

She was his, wasn't she?

Tail flicking, he turned elusively, cutting through the rain with a strange sort of playful energy boiling under his skin. It was there in the way he was constantly moving, constantly looking back at her as he was moving. She wasn't going fast enough for him, wasn't living at the speed in which his heart was racing, his soul flickering under the downpour. He circled her as she walked, his paws carrying him at a faster pace, energy cooking beneath his feet, on fire, an impatience that had nothing to do with her, and nothing to do with the hunt but was still there, still elusively pushing him on when he knew he should pull the reigns and slow for her.

Instead he circled her, came up on her left and rubbed his wet, slick shoulder to her own, a brush of flesh where he imagined heat would spark like stone against stone. His eye burned, though the rain drowned out light, drowned out color and made it a dreary grey world -- but he would not be grey, and he burned with life, his orange eye casting over her, gazing at her and cajoling her as he raced forward over the rock and further, only to return again and rub along her again, "You are angry with me." he said, his eye catching onto the swirling gold of her irises, the beautiful lines of her face though she was soaked through and possibly shivering. It could have been the trick of the light. He dismissed it and out paced her a little, tail flickering. "I've not deceived you." he murmured, so bluntly honest, so horribly truthful it was a shame that his mind was dark, his soul's fire altering colors. If only he had been good, if only he had been better for her, but in the end it is only Kotori which pads beside her, which holds her gaze fearlessly. Could anyone else rub her the wrong way and still excite her? Who knew, who knew?

Burn bright, burn fast
Give what light you can
The rest is ash.

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[Andarial]

She glared at him as he touched her and touched her again. She hissed and stuck out with her paw no claws extended though. She wanted to be far away from him so far that it would squeeze her heart into nothing. She paced forward faster and tried to keep at a strange pace that was fast enough and slow enough that he wouldn't be able to keep up with his large stride. Andarial hated the way he treated her and spoke to her, like she knew nothing, like she was a kitten. Why had she agreed to go hunting with this horrible creature? This lovely creature.

Then she stopped as his voice sounded so sincere when he promised her he hadn't deceived her. She wanted to believe him but then how did he know she was thinking about that. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "How did you know I was thinking about that, Kotori?" She said his name viciously and dangerously as if she were a poisonus puff adder ready to strike. She gave a disgusted snort and stepped past him. She didn't want to have to hate cause she knew she really didn't but he was just too unpredictable to love without being suspiscious.

She wanted to hit him so badly this time with claws fully extended and thye hatred melting all the love away from her heart. She rolled her thin shoulders and felt her muscles move perfectly underneath her body. Her ears were back against her skull. Pain erupted in her heart everytime she thought of him now. He had decieved her, hadn't he?! Tears welled in her eyes and she blinked them away as she felt the burning in her throat.