Souless Search (Shyne)

[Oren]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Oren---MIDDLE.png] Oren walked along the beach staring straight forward. He was in a some sort of trance that could not be disturb. Even when a rabbit ran out of its hole and into the woods he did not look. It was only till the water hit his feet did he move. He quickly moved out of the reach of the water, because of his fears of drowning. Oren walked up to the wall and turned around looking out at the water. It was about mid-day and the water was hit by the sun light making it shimmer. A cold breeze hit his fur and made him shake. This was the only way he could tell it was winter that and the sight of his breath. The wind made the water go further up the beach. As the water receded it left shells and other under water treasures in its wake. Oren turned around and jumped over the wall to get away from the cold, but soft sand that was getting stuck to his paws. Oren then turned around and began to look out again. He thought about his life and how it was empty and pointless. He had nothing to live for and nothing to hope for his soul and heart was as hard as iron. There was only one crack in his heart where light seeped in. That crack was made by his old mate, but is now slowly closing up thanks to her death. He wonder if there would ever be some one as great as her in his life.

[ShyneOnMe]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Vivian-MoonClouds---MIDDLE.png] Pain. Vicious, burning, biting pain ripped through a still figure as it convulsed back and forth within the warm confines of a much guarded and well kept secret den. The fae within tossed and turned in her sleep but never quite awoke; not even when her pale form heaved violently as if she'd been in a long fight. Vivian was having a nightmare, one she'd had before and one she knew she'd have again. Ever since her son Tse had become old enough to decide on a den this nightmare had been coming more and more often and each time it was more terrifying than the last. When she was awake Vivian knew that this nightmare was from not dealing with a problem long ago, but that didn’t seemed to make things easier on her when she slept and the darkness chased her. In her dreams she saw the dark form of the male that had taken her against her will, she saw him pinning her down again and again as he took her for his own pleasure and how helpless and repulsed she’d felt during and after the act. She remembered how it felt as he forced her to the cold ground. And she remembered how cold she’d felt inside the day he’d found her again and threatened to take Tse away from her. The blood had been warm as it coated her nose and dripped from her mouth to the ground. That day, Vivian knew she’d failed once again. By being forced to kill Kole, she’d become as bad as he was. She tried to justify it by saying it was to protect Tse but still the death weighted heavily on her some nights. Her nightmares though, those were of a time where she hadn’t been able to beat Kole. In her dreams the male had been the one to win their fight and his cruel laughter had echoed through her head as he’d run off carrying Tse as the pup continued to cry for her. She’d been left broken and bloody on the snowy ground and had been able to feel her life slipping away. Finally Vivian awoke with a start and snarled viciously, her fur all standing up on end as she looked around for a threat that was no longer there. Finally she managed to calm herself and quickly exited her den and before she knew it she was running headlong for the deeper parts that made of the outskirts of Lucifer’s. She didn’t care who saw her and anyone that got too close she’d deal with, but at this moment, running was the only way she could stop the images from her dream from coming back. Running was the only thing that kept the darkness at bay. Word Count: 463

[Oren]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Oren---MIDDLE.png] Oren kept looking out into the endless water. He tried to looked past the waters and over into the new lands. Oren was usually pretty mean, but he did have his days of 'niceness'. He was going to be nice in mind until some brute would come along and ruin it. A fea would be ok and he would not mind, but a brute that was a no for Oren. They get under his skin for some reason even though Oren was a male too. He just did not like dealing with them, well except when he is killing them. A though came into Oren's head 'If only a female wolf would come along instead.' That is who he would be willing to deal with today was a she wolf they were not as stupid. A smell suddenly entered Oren's nostrils it was the smell of a female wolf. 'Have my thoughts been answered?' He turned and saw a white figure flying through the woods. It was far away, but Oren was able to see each step she took as she ran. 'I wonder why she is in a rush.' Oren thought to himself then suddenly he yelled. "Hey!" He then waited to see if she would stop or just keep on running, Either way Oren did not care. He did not even know why he yelled for her. Maybe it was that brilliant white of her that cough him and made him yell. Every second he though about that coat his urge for she to stop and come grew more.

[ShyneOnMe]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Vivian-MoonClouds---MIDDLE.png] WIP Word Count: