Bitter Sweet Intentions (Mirage)

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/15zmtmo.jpg] I found myself in the snow, and hated the bitterness of the cold bite it stole from my soft pads as I trotted through the white cold. The grainy sand shifted under the snow with each paw step, and I found my gaze wandering to the ocean. It hadn't frozen over, but looked cold as hell. I smirked at the idea of any dumb ass whom be out for a swim. Good as dead, them. And once more I followed my trek, leaving an easy track of prints in which I could be followed. Green eyes closed and blinked in the sun's brightness. Perhaps this was one reason I hated the day. It was so blinding and open to potential danger. Not that the sun was in any danger, of course. Thoughts traced to my life, the current one. Very much... Like the snow. Bitter sweet. The relations I had, Ford, more of rivals than enemies. Then Jossie. Perhaps my closest friend. And Mirage. Why, she and I had had something in that first meet. Her dissing the male called Ford! And for the likes of me. Strange, in my mind. Who would be attracted to a male who doesn't like his life? I mean, ya I have a pretty good life. But, I... Well, I have regrets only my dreams would be of undoing them. Like, ever being born perhaps. Only to be traded to the likes of a male who soon I came to know as my Father. I had become a mercenary for at least 3 moons, before giving up. The male whom trained me, I hated him so much, yet he meant the world to me. Would I ever be able to feel that way again? Doubtful. Shaking the stupid thoughts from my mind, I focused on my current surroundings. On the beach, but my a tree. Hell. I walked under it with no intentions but a cure for my boredom. Found myself thinking of nothing but the grains of sand. So Independent, yet all put together against there will. what a stupid thing to think about. Grains of sand? How about something like... Food? A meal? Well, I wasn't hungry. So, I found myself pondering what was hiding in the shadows of the forest, and my emerald orbs twitching from side to side, and a growl growing in my throat. Teeth bared, I stood up.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] I could feel the chilly breeze straight through that thick winter coat of mine. I must admit, though, although the breeze sent chills rumbling down my spine in a frenzy of a rampage the cold season was my favorite. I didn't know where I was headed, but something tugged me to continue on my little journey. No specific destination in mind at this point. But I'm sure I'll like what I find at the other end. Every day seemed to have some new twist thrown into it. I was actually beginning to wonder what ever happened to the masked fellow I came across in the swamp lands. He was a interesting one he was, there was something about him. That sorrowful look in his eyes I remember like it were yesterday. Something made me want to learn more about that brute. But after that one encounter I hadn't crossed paths with him again. I wanted to read into him more than our last encounter. Never has someone captured my attention in that sort of way. Well not since my traveling companion, devil rest his soul... After a while of treading through the snow, the scent of salty waters entered my own coal black nostrils. Inhaling it deeply, I gathered the thought I must be near the ocean, a beach of some sort.. Since I had been here, I never knew one had existed. Wander why my traveling brought me here? Rather than second guessing everything I continued onwards until the firm grassy terrain that was blanketed by white fluff turned into tiny grans of sand... Something else though caught my attention. Infront of me now were more tracks upon the surface and I rose an invisible brow. Who else would be out here? Now curiousity got the best of me. Yes, I know... Curiousity killed the cat. But hey, cats have nine lives right? It wasn't until after a while of walking, another figure caught my attention, although the wind was working against me I could make out that light coloration. And a smile now graced my lips although he seemed to be growling at something.. Was someone else here? I didn't spot anyone.. Don't smell them either. Strange sight. Does he see things that are not there? He looked pretty tense. And so I made my way closer to the masked one and cleared my throat before my own sweet lyrics tainted my tounge. "Fancy runnin' into you again, doll." I stopped a few feet off and planted my rump on the cold surface watching him closely. Allowing my own visionaries to roll over his frame Muse-Not there Word Count- 436 OoC- This post was a epic fail. lol. I swear the next shall be better!

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/15zmtmo.jpg] I felt silly now, and snickered lightly, turning my head and shaking. Growling at shadows, how foolish and silly.I layed down by the shadows and let myself drift in between sleep and awareness.I found I was fully conscious, in the comfort of the blackness of my eye lids. The slow churning of the unfrozen ocean was as comforting as my mind. Slowly I felt a smile play my lips. It wasn't long until I sat up, and shook my head. The, I saw a white figure approaching. Fancy meeting you here. She said. MAsquerade smiled playfully, and stood up with a smirk playing his lips. True, it is isn't Mirage. This was one female I would surely never forget. But do not act as though it is not pleasant. You've been dying for this, haven't you? I chuckled, feeling a warm sensation. Because now matter how much of a coincidence it was, I was sure she could consider it a pleasant surprise.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] The sounds of the freezing cold waves clashing against the snowy sand, easily put me to ease. The whole atmosphere here was just.. so relaxing. I allowed my own pale shaded orbs to roll over the waters for a moment, while waiting on Masq's little reply to what I had just stated.. which really didn't take to long in all honesty. It was almost instantly when his voice peirced through the almopst silence and into my own twin towers, dial sharply shifting to I could look at the masked one once more. That smirk easily detected now forming over his lips, and as he spoke I couldn't help but allow a chuckle of my own to escape my lips. Standing upon all fours once more, pale occulars running over his masculine frame. A slight bit of interest visible in my own empty pools. He was an interesting one he was. There was something different about him, he didn't seem to have the same blood lust as the rest of them I'd encountered on this island.. With them its all the same, kill kill kill... I urged for the taste of something a bit more different than that. Was that way he held this special flame to the others that attracted me to him like bugs to a light? That's got to be it! I moved up a bit closer, before making my way around him... In a circling like manner. As if I were some feline, toying with the mouse before going in for the lunge. Dial carried low, my own eyes now taking in every bit of detail about the brute, ranging from his broad chest, to his well toned hind quarters. As I made my way slowly towards the front, I outreached my own neck to allow my muzzle to get near to his ear, the warmth of my breath easily felt upon his own flesh. My words now, sweet and low as if I were singing child to bed with a melody. "I suppose you could consider it a pleasant encounter." That smile now easily graced itself upon my lips. My own smaller bodice was rather close to his.. I guess you could say I was envading his own personal space. Letting myself in his bubble with out his okay. I could feel the heat radiating off him, through my pelt and against my skin. I was in a bit of a daring mood this evening.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masquerade---MIDDLE-1.png] Some wolves on this island were so ruthless. Some were so addicted to the kill. Others were overly agitated, and it was rather annoying. But Mirage is the first female I have met who is so... Seductive. Though I somehow felt more drawn to her now, and feeling a slight smile play my lip, I closed my eyes for a moment. Then, when I opened them, I almost laughed. She was playing with me! Circling me with needy eyes, she took in ever part of me. I felt a Cheshire grin take my face, stealing it with greed. Soon enough, I felt Mirage's head reach out to my ear, and her words were teasing as her warm breath tickled my ear. I twitched it once, then my smile closed itself, and I held a straight face. I turned to her, standing now, and my smile was teasing. A side smirk, with open eyes asking for a game. Slowly, I felt my head spin a little, as I desired for her a little closer. And then I got an idea! I suddenly stepped to her, and rubbed my side on her's, a smirk playing my lips. For a moment, I held myself there, against her side. Then I stepped away from her body. Catch me. If you can, you'll get a prize. I whispered, cooing my words with a slurring action. And then I ran down the beach, a smile no my lips, wondering if she would play along with it. My paws beat the ground with a sudden adrenaline, as I kept running.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] Well, I must admit I'm glad I was certainly not considered one to be aggitated, I was never easily aggitated. It took alot to cross those lines. A wonderful trait to have. I was usually considered a peaceful creature, although trust me I do have that certain spunk about me. I may be sweet natured but I was never one to back down from a fight. I knew how to not let others trample over me like a stampede of cattle. Now, on another hand, I had never really been considered as seductive either, this was the first time in a while I allowed my flirtatious side to be noticeable by another. Ever since that horrible incident that happened with the one and only soul I ever let get close to me. I had managed to bind my soul with another, we spoke of pups we spoke of alot of things. Something had happened though, that stood in the way of all that. We were loners, him and I. And appearantly we crossed feline turf. I made it out with only a few marks, he stayed back to fight it off. That dreadful night I learned a valuable lesson. One wolf alone, no matter how strong is no match for a feline. But now, today I allowed this other male to see the more playful side of me.. Was I attempting to open up to yet another? Was I pushing my past back to the back burner of my brain? It seemed to me, like I was. It felt as though our own body heat was entwining with one another, that was about how close I was standing to his own masculine frame. He was still taller than I, damned short legs. I swear I was the midget of the wolf world. Everyone seemed to tower over me, and it was a bit depressing. But then again who doesn't like the small dainty ones? As he stood and took a step near me, I now felt his own canvas run along the side of mine, which sent chills running clear down my spine. It was then his words slithered into my auds, and I grin played across my own features, so it's a game of tag he wishes to play, eh? Well, short legs sort of make the speed part of me a bit on the sad side... I didn't really have time to say anything as he sprang away, a low chuckle escaping my lips. My own muscles tightened as I sprang off after him, like some playful pup. my own heart beating frantically against my chest as my paws strike the snowy sand, kicking debre's up behind me as I chased after him. Dial slightly lowered so that the wind didn't pull me back. Such a graceful sight we probably were to onlookers. I did my best to catch up to him, although like I stated shortness has it's disadvatages. "Okay long legger, slow it down a notch!" I yelled after him, however I couldn't help but laugh as I called out.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masquerade---MIDDLE-1.png] This was a new happiness, not something as simple as being trusted, or being relied on. As ran down the beach, twisting and turning, I wore a smirk that even fire couldn't disintegrate. My long legs were mocking he sand and wind as I flew over the land with speed. I chuckled lightly as the sand made me slide a little, as well as the snow above it. Paw prints were clear, but again I wasn't trying to hide. As i glided with flawless moves, I looked back to see Mirage behind me. Smiling at her, slowing down for but a second, and then looking forward and speeding up again. Okay long legger, slow down a notch! I snickered, and then slid to a stop, waiting to jump out of her way. She was far behind, but I needed to be on guard. But, would that not be cheating? You have to want it! I cackled, and turned and ran some more. As my legs grew tired, I sighed, and slowed down slightly, looking behind me, Then I stopped, and looked into Mirage's green eyes. Something was so familiar about them... Something that brought back memories best left alone. Ah, she had the eyes of my mother. Of that disgraceful woman, whom murdered my blood father. The brown hue was painful, and I flinched as I saw her running. Then, slowly, I stood up tall, trying to be reassuring. I smiled, and wagged my tail, welcoming her. With an open muzzle panting, I waited, and hoped she wouldn't see my pain. She didn't need to bear my burdens. I simply smiled, and waited. Seemed all I ever did was wait.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] I continued to follow just about as fast as I could, but as mentioned prior... My appendages were a tad shorter than his own. My own paws kicking up bits of sand and flakes of snow as I ran around the waters edge, doing my best to catch up with him. Pale yellow optics watching his every move, watching his every whip and turn and I mockingly did the same. The aroma of the salty beach filling my nostrils, and the sounds of the untamed, calm waves splashing into one another easily put my soul to ease and clouded my hearing. I hadn't done this, or acted this childish in ages. It was something entirely new to me. Usually I was so engulfed in thought that it drove me mad when I was alone. But not around Masq it seemed. It seemed around him I could almost be as playful as I wanted. I could act like a goof, and he wouldn't look me up and down like I was some off the rocker female. As he began to slow down and come to a stand still I began to draw closer to his alabaster frame. Trying to pick up my own pace again, forcing my legs to move faster than they had before. My own heart pounding frantically against my chest, full of adrenaline I was now. But then he spoke once more, calling back to wards me and took off again. Now ain't that just a tease! I though I would have had him that time, guess not! I felt a laugh brewing up in my chest, and escaping my own blackened lips. It was when he stopped and turned to look at me, I begun to slow down. Something shone on his own masked face .As if some horrifying memories were brought back to life. And as I drew closer I began to slow my own pace down into a bit of a lazy trot. Thick alabaster whip cord swaying slowly behind me, twin towers fully alert. My own cranium tilting slightly to the side in a more curious pup like manner. I noticed how he tried to cover that look once more. Fixing his posture, but it was to late. I had caught him red pawed. Do I ask what's wrong? Do I try to pry into his own personal space? Do I weasel my way into his bubble? Would that be right? As I got closer to him, my own tongue lolling out between my jowls, I questioned what I do next.. Instead I tightened my own back legs and sprung at him, front paws outstretched to knock him over so that he was on his back in the snowy sand and I was positioned more so on top. I lowered my own maw to his face, allowing my warm breath to be felt upon his duo colored cheek bone. Pink tongue sent to lick across his fur before I spoke in my own hushed lyrics. "What's bothering you, dear? You know its not safe to bottle up emotions. Sometimes its nice to just let it out." I was one to talk, I never really expressed what I was feeling inside to others. But when it boiled down to it I could in fact be one hell of a listener. Muse- Word Count- OoC- Sorry did a bit of power playing! Hope you don't mind!

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