Waking Up Beside the Ocean (Prissyyy)

[❦Mufasa❦]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=2F3038] Deirdre sat atop a sand dune, her black feet blending into the midnight black sands of the beach. The foamy white waters crashed onto the beach below her, and her electric blue eyes stared out at the scenery around her. A breeze caused the hairs on her pelt to stand up, as her ears swiveled around, listening for anyone or anything that was approaching. She always needed to be on her guard. She did not know why she was here, and she did not know what would happen during her stay at the ocean, but she had felt a certain pull to it tonight, and, so, following her gut instinct she went despite her wish to just sleep. Perhaps there was something interesting that would happen. She would just have to wait and see. Standing, she began to walk, tired of sitting down. She trotted down to the shoreline and walked along the water's edge, feeling the cool ocean waves occasionally lap up and over her paws, and she shook them out each time. She did not mind the water, really, but she hated the way it made her fur smell. Her brown fur on her paws soon became tinged black and coated with sand, and she continued on her walk down the beach, searching for any sort of company at all.

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[Prism]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/middle.png] Sitting lazily on peaches was always a way to watch the day fade for Xenios Tsarr Vasilias. Others were with him, but he was stretch comfortably in the arms of a fallen tree, lazily watching the ebony waves roll onto their dark shores with sharp eyes. He was never truly relaxed- monsters in his brain beckoned to him, and his epilepsy seeming to be getting worse each week. The eight year old was already positive that he lead a miserable life- yet he thrived in it. And it was time to embrace such a chaos that fueled his riddled self. The tundra demon slid off of his tree-perch, proudly bearing his crimson stained chest, feeling his every mark which gave him his personality. One who was born in raised in a murderous, far away land had to know it very well, no? Indeed. Xenios was still aware of every foggy pattern that stretched across the entire land from that bloody heat wave called bordering his home land. Xenios smirked, feeling his body disappear into the thick, lug clogging steam, the warm inferno under the ground warming his feet, and the cold burst of air above keeping him from drifting off. It was time to focus, and his eyes happily obliged. He could make out the sitting figure of the female in the distance, his mind still playing tricks on him, telling him he was in his old land. He looked at the dark female carefully, hardly making out her shape in the fading evening. He saw her movement to the shore, a small smirk playing upon his lips. Carefully, silently, he crept forward like the monster of the night he was. His fur had a small glitter of the black sand he had been laying in, for it had gathered in the tree, and as he quickly shook his thick coat of fur he slid up behind the black and brown female. "Fancy meeting another here, you usually don't see wolves out at this hour." he snickered, sidestepping away from her to avoid any nips that she might inflict on his silver muzzle.

[❦Mufasa❦]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=2F3038] Deirdre continued to walk along the shoreline, still shaking out her paws every now and again. Her steps were virtually silent as her paws sunk deeper and deeper into the sand as the tide rolled higher and higher up the beach. Soon, the foamy surf was splashing her belly fur, and she had to veer away before she got too wet. Her mind had wandered off to a place far from here, one that most would call horrifying, but one she called home. Or, her place of birth anyway. She had no home now. Her only home was the twisted confines of her marred and scarred mind. Suddenly, she felt as if she was not alone. Her ears twitched in circles, listening, waiting for whatever was there to approach her. You could see the hair along her spine raising slightly, and her steps became a bit stiffer as her muscles clenched in wait, but it took a keen and practiced eye to see those things. The glint in her eye, a warning one, was hard to miss, and the slight curl of her lip, barely flashing the pink of her gums and the white of her teeth was as well. Her breathing hissed in and out between clenched canines, hardly audible, but audible all the same. Suddenly, her breathing changed to flow in through her nose. She smelled another wolf nearby. A male, and he had the recognizable smell of the border of the Order's lands on him. An Order wolf, then? Well, so be it. Better than one of the scum from Lucifer's, or Warriors, or even Enchanted. But she preferred to be alone during times like this. It was when she could let herself sink into the madness that she so enjoyed calling her own, despite the fact that it seems to be the exact opposite. Sure, she puts on the facade that the madness haunts her instead of wraps itself warmly about her thoughts and keeps her going. And she planned on keeping it so no one knew her secret love of the insanity within her for quite a while longer than what she had. After all, being a new member of the Order, she still risked expulsion, and therefore, death. And she did not dare anger anyone within the higher ranks, or let them know of something that could be considered a weakness on her part. Sure, she knew it could be considered that, but not to her it was not. It was everything that kept her as bloodthirsty and savage as she was. Without it, she would still be the soft pup she was when she first stepped out of the den. Suddenly, a voice, that of a male, and seemingly out of nowhere, said behind her, "Fancy meeting another here, you usually don't see wolves out at this hour." She whirled around, her ears flattened against her head when she saw a white wolf with a chest that held blood-matted fur, piercing green eyes that seemed to burn holes into your skull, and obvious power. The twinge of insanity she saw in his eyes was ever so intriguing and she immediately felt the need to know more about this obscure Order dog. "I am not your usual wolf." She said, staring him straight in the eyes, her own piercing blue pools boring into his green ones fiercely. "Besides...what better than to roam on the black sands of a beach as the day fades away and lends its life to the nighttime?" She watched him, still interested, and trying to glean some information from his stance, expression, and words. But so far, they were all clouded in a shroud of mystery and insanity. But she would gain something eventually, she always did.

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