Sound Of Misery (OPEN!)

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masq---MIDDLE.png] Sometimes you don't know you've truelly lost something until you miss it. Miss the touch, the warmth it offered, the support. How they were always there for you... How you betrayed them... No! You don't need to go there. Betrayal is something that comes to those who betray you. They betrayed him! He didn't need to feel guilty. He didn't need to hurt for what they did to him. He only needed to remember he was the top dog in the end. Yes, he was on the top. But, that didn't hide the fact that he did indeed miss them. Yes. He missed his parents. Masquerade walked through the foul smelling forest, his eyes always down, his black mask permanent on his face. His green eyes twisted in every direction, searching for life. Nothing caught his attention. The stench seemed to swallow everything. It seemed to steal away all the life, and take it for itself. Masquerade lifted his head, unsure where he was, and found himself at a swamp. A rather disgusting one with that. Masquerade walked around it, observing it's contents. Mud, water,... Dead fish? He didn't know. Masquerade wandered to a tree, letting the scent engulf him. He sat down, and rose his head to the sky. The run was just setting, and Masquerade blinked. Then, his bright green orbs turned dark and unreliable. He closed them, and intictlivly, he raised a paw. And that was the best moment. Lonely, yet not truelly alone. His heart sang with his chorus, long and regrettable, yet something he never wanted to end. His howl rose into the night, strong and loud, louder.. Then nothing. His voice as hollow, and ended as soon as it started. He layed his head in between his paws, and let his eyes rest.

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The steel gray wolf wandered through the edges of the swamp with a slow but steady step, he was still a bit outside the land called the Willow Swamp and had no desire to rush himself into unknown dangers. No sunlight was seen here, at least none in large quantities. Every now and then you would come across a few thinning giants that would allow a bit of the light to shove its way through. But that was far and few between. No, this land was dark, but in a way that the single word did not fully describe it. If this brute had been of a weaker mind he might very well find himself going mad in these terrain. Instead his own twisted sense of right and wrong allowed him to dwell here with peaceful thoughts of home. He may still be a growing boy, but he did not need the sun to help him shoot up. It was the shadows that he craved, the darkness that this world was made up of. It was just another reminder that the wolf race was weak and pathetic, and that they would all die out in the end. As they should.

Large paws fell softly on the ground, the moss underneath him masking his already soft paw steps. He was not trying to hide his movements, there was no need in this desolate place. It was simply that his gait was already slow enough that there wasn't much need for strength, and the green that surprisingly grew from the shadowed earth allowed him to appear even quieter than normal. He was a handsome creature, larger than any other soul on this relatively small island. His pelt was mostly steel gray, the underside of his body a dark pitch black. Here and there in his thick pelt you could manage to make out black and silver slivers running along his body- but they were only really noticed when he managed to hit a sunny patch. Most of the time he avoided them like fire, his dark mind wanting no sunlight to bathe in. The only light coming from the beast was a set of amber gold souls, rarely blinking, strangely malicious.

Stopping suddenly without warning, the brute known as Mustang, looked around him. He was in a dark patch, no sunlight even came close to wandering by here. The soft and damp green he could feel under his paws. The wind was dead still, though it was not stuffy- the trees themselves seemed to be breathing. The noise was gone, but the quiet now surrounding him seemed to be wrong. There was no sound; no bugs, no leaves shifting, no living creature, it was too quiet. There was no sound but the own humming in his ears from his beating heart. Finally, he was staring down at the murky water, now the danger would slowly begin to come at him. Rolling his vibrant eyes the brute let out a low growl and snapped at the shadows around him. If someone wanted to kill him, well they might as well hurry up and try. He didn't have all day. Picking up his paws again, the brute continued on in his wandering- let the evils of the world be damned!

Thoughts began to wander along his mind, memories of his past, both the good and the bad parts. But they soon passed as well. Memories- especially those of family- were nothing to dwell about, at least so he believed. Every wolf on this Earth, no matter how easy their life had been, or how much their parents had loved them, bitched about one thing or another. It truly was irritating, and the creature dubbed Mustang would not allow himself to be put into that category. If he was the exception, then so be it, he knew what he had to do. Someday this world would die. If he had to be the one to kill it, then so be. It was not that he wanted to rule the world, that was not it at all. He simply wanted beauty and purity to rule, and in such a heaven he had no place. No, heaven deserved angels, they deserved Azazael.

As much as Mustang hated his mind to wander, and his thoughts to go to things of the past, he could not stop the smile from gracing his muzzle. In that smile a different wolf was born, a small dimple was on his left cheek, giving him a sweet and childlike innocence. His face turned tender, even his hard body relaxed slightly until his plate sized paws were almost dragging on the ground. Thinking of the beautiful she-wolf, the only light in his life, he could not stop the tender thoughts from coming. It wasn't until he heard another sound behind him that the hardness came back. Turning around on the spot, the speed of his movements was stunning. For such a giant creature he moved fast enough that one moment he was one direction, and the next he was the opposite; there was no blur, not even the few leaves on the ground around him moved.

His golden eyes, the color of sap that had been drying for centuries, narrowed as he gazed around the area. He could feel his hind paws about to drop off into the muck, and instantly his mind was running through all the different ways he could get himself out of this mess. Anger swelled up inside of him when he realized that he had gotten into this mess because his mind had been running around Azazael when he should have been paying attention. Letting out a deep sigh, Mustang moved forward quite slowly, watching ever pocket of earth for someone. He knew he had heard something, he just couldn't pin point exactly where it had come from. A howl, deep, commanding, and he did not like it at all. Harsh and cold vocals ran forward, and his amber eyes darkened deeply. The stranger should be able to hear him, he hoped.

"Come out. Come out. Wherever you are."

Muse;; x_X
Word Count;; 1020
Authors Notes;; Neither of this guys seem to enjoy company, or like to talk. This should be interesting.
Copyright;; Mustang and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © to Lunar Oasis. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masq---MIDDLE.png] His dreams weren't all that.. Dream like. He was in a state of "I'm awake, but not conscience." He was fully aware, but something like dream haunted him. Well, more of a day dream. He twitched uncontrollably, or rather he couldn't stop it, when those small moments came. And, they were more of painful flinches. Masquerade was back in his den, not a full grown pup, but not small and helpless. Mother was outside the den, and father was on the inside, waiting for Mother to return. The young male was playing with his father, and having fun, for once. They were wrestling, and Masquerade hadn't known his father had been faking it. Well, faking the loosing part. Masquerade was so pride when he had pinned father, and bit his neck playfully, making the kill. That's when the fun ended. The two males heard their mother's cry. Both rushed outside to see a large black wolf with his jaws around his mother. She wasn't dead, but she was on the brink. The male had demanded something, to set her free. Masquerade was scared, and began to back away. Frightened, more than he had ever been.He was expecting his Father to save his mother. To save him. But, he didn't. His father was desperate. He offered the pup called MAsquerade. In shock and fear, he ran. Ran as fast as he could. He got away, and found a hiding spot. IN which the black male found him. He offered Masq a new life, a new chance, new decisions. Being gullible, the pup accepted. Masquerade jerked to a waking point. His past was interrupted. Masquerade stood up, and glared around. Someone was near. That's when he heard it. Come out. come out. Wherever you are. A male's voice. Masquerade snorted, and growled lowly. Not much a growl, but something a little less confusing, and threatening. He lifted his head, searching. Now, ho ever said I was hiding? He spoke, his words quiet with a sudden strength to it.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/MustangMIDDL.jpg] The large gunmetal gray brute narrowed his eyes coldly as he turned and saw the white male not very far from him. The fumes from the swamp played in his brain and without knowing it he shook his head and snorted, almost like a horse would when he was aggravated. His large body moved forward and his head lowered to the ground and a deep growl came from deep in his throat. The brute had not yet woken up from whatever kind of slumber he was in and Mustang was seriously considering either killing the male while he slept or turning and padding off. He knew Zael would be waiting for him back in the Renegade Empire, and he did not like to leave her for long. His companion had been quite smart recently, and she had not run out of him at all really. And when she had, she hadn't come home smelling like another male, in fact it put Mustang in a rather cheerful mood. Of course he still needed to get out and do his own thing sometimes. Anger swelled up inside of him as he looked over the beast, he was reminded of his father and the rage inside of him felt like it was going to swell up and explode all at once. It had been almost a year since him and Azzy had run out of their old pack, almost a year since they had both decided to escape. It had been the dead of winter, they had picked up and left without any warning. One day, after enjoying some afternoon delight, the two had gotten up and without a word walked out of the place they had been born and began wandering. It wasn't long until they had found Traum, and even though they had been here almost six months, it did not feel like home to Mustang. He doubted anywhere would, not after the hell he had been raised in. Pain fluttered through his mind as he looked at the white beast. He could see his father clearly now. Beating and raping his mother, even if their innocent pups were looking. He could see the bastard beating and raping the mates other females in the back. Their husbands did not care, it didn't matter if they loved their wives to death. That was a part of the society. The men got what they wanted, if they had to take it that was the way they did things. Mustang never felt any pity for his mother though. He watched her beat him and his siblings almost to death when she was angry. He watched the other mothers of the pack to don the same thing. They never cared about their children, they just did what they did to try and escape the reality of what was going on in their own lives. It was how he had grown up, pain and sex, it was all he knew. That was why he wanted to get Azazael out of there. The two of them had found each other early in life, and in doing what they were taught to do they had slept together for the first time long before either of them should have. Mustang knew that Azzy had been raped by her father and brothers, probably by his own father and siblings as well. It was all he could do not to kill every single one of them. Mustang still thought he would have been able to. Even among his pack of rather large wolves, he was still a monster. Maybe it came from having more than one father, maybe it came from something completely different. Who knew. What mattered was that he had this power and no one was going to take it away from him. It was his gift, and with what had happened to him in his life, he deserved it. Though the anger still shown in his eyes, surprised danced there as well as the brute opened his eyes and mouth. The words that were echoed forth brought the back of Mustang's fur to rise up, a growl of anger to bubble in his throat. He knew instantly that he disliked the male. True, he had never liked another male in his entire life, but that was not the point. Looking at the brute, his golden eyes narrowed, the hackles on the back of his shoulders rising up and Mustang took a bold step forward. Because of the type of wolf he was, just as smart as he was powerful, Mustang's mind was instantly going through the pros and cons of this situation. The scenarios that could take place, and how he could change things so they would turn out the way he wanted them to. Standing there looking down at the wolf he already saw as his enemy, his eyes scouted the brute carefully. A slight shine came to Mustang's eyes are he realized something, but he would carefully keep it to himself for the time being. "Are you a coward?" The question made no sense, and maybe he didn't want it to. Mustang was an actor, he was a highly intelligent wolf who knew how to handle himself both on the streets and in books. Maybe he was just trying to aggravate the beast. Maybe he really wanted and answer. Only Mustang would be able to answer that question, and even if it posed a lie would probably fall from his black lined lips. Taking a careful step backwards, away from the brute, his head rose in sudden dominance. He was not going to play second hand to this idiot, and it decided that it should be said so right now. Angling his head slightly, his large cranium protected the tender parts of his throat, while at the same time allowing him to keep a careful eye on the male. Giant plate sized paws remained steady on the ground, his talon like claws gripping into the dirt under him. Every muscle stood at attention, if he needed to fight his was out of this he would,then he would saunter home to Zael. Muse;; x_X Word Count;; 1028 Authors Notes;; Yea, Mustang is difficult to get along with. Copyright;; Mustang and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © Ashes. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masq---MIDDLE.png] Masquerade shook his head violently, and was back to full conscientiousness. He looked at the black wolf, and now he heard the growling coming from him. Masquerade lowered his head- Not in respect, but to show he wasn't gonna do anything. However, still down, and he growled just a bad back. He wasn't in the mood for games. Especially because this black wolf reminded him oh-so-much of the wolf he considered his father. For, his real father had traded him away. Masquerade remembered returning. however/ Going home to nothing, figuring out his mother killed his father that day for giving up their only son. What a memory. Pain was something you had to get used to, however, and came naturally. MAsquerade watched the wolf with watchful eyes, green and dangerous. As Masquerade spoke his words, more anger than before rose to the black wolf. why? What did the white male do? He ignored the strange behavior, and never took his green orbs from the others gold. Now, what brought that up? Coward? No such thing. Masquerade's eyes narrowed at the wolf, confused and strong, having a strength many didn't have. I am not a coward.I certainly hope that was your first impression. Masquerade replied, truthfully and strong. What was going on here??? What was this wolf meaning? It was so sudden, so strange. But Masquerade was not gonna back down from such questions. He knew the truth.

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[atrb=border,5,true][cs=2][bg=white] Odd.... Why does this all look so familiar to me? The creaky tree's and their arms moved by the breeze made a eerie sound, that just sort of lingered.. One tree made the sound of rubbing branches, then the next, then the next... So on and so forth. How strange, if they could communicate, wonder what they'd be saying? Probably not much.. Not like they do to much, they are a bit stuck.. My mind continued on it's strange little trip of odd thoughts, when one tree particular caught my attention... The way the roots petruded out of the mushy earth was a tad... different.. You could see where they entwined with one another like a sloppily made braid and then disappeared into the earth.. My own dial tilted a bit to the side as I observed this spectacular peice a earth a little more thoroughly.. My own plae hued orbs ran slowly up the base of the large brown tree and landed on one specific branch that looked like that of an outstretched arm, it looked as if it wished to grab my pathetic looking frame and rip in half like some sad plush toy. My own orbs widened like saucers, and it caused my entire body to freeze in place. Told you I had a pretty vivid imagination.. Did it just move? My muscles tensed and I chose not to stick around any longer. I didn't desire to find out whether or not my eyes were playing tricks on me. As I ran the enviroment seemed to grow darker and darker, tree's whizzing passed me left and right... And of course in my spook fit I failed to pay attention exactly where the hell I was going and what paths I took. Damn good way to use common sense huh? At times I seemed to let the fear engulf me, not rationalizing anything... Such as if I would have took the time to think about it.. the tree couldn't come to life and grab me, that's impossible.. But did I take time to think it thoroughly out? No of course instead I high tailed it like some mouse that was just spotted by a cat.. and knew it.. The slush seemed to get thicker.. and thicker, sticking to my underbelly and just sort of drying there almost instantly. Soon enough my legs were entirely covered with the nasty muck and it caused my own nose to wrinkle in disgust. Not only due to the feeling of it, but the stench of it as well caused my jowls to water. And what was I forced to do? Keep my food down! The odor that emerged from the still mud though was rather potant, pretty darn close to deadly if you ask me. Every so often I made a gagging noise as I moved through it. However another part of me enjoyed this eerie scenery. Something about it just made me want to reside here. Was it the fact that part of me enjoyed the feel of living on the borders of dangerous? Did I get off to the adrenaline rush I got from feeling as those eyes were locked upon me from the shadows? Did it ignite some sort of flame of excitement deep down instead? It was more along the lines of multiple personalities at this point. Mirage A liked it here. Mirage B wanted to get the hell out of this place. Although to be honest there is only one of me.. Yes, just uno mirage living in this head of mine. And that would be Mirage C. Pale yellow orbs took in the dimly lit scenery environment. Focusing more so on the shadows trying to make sure there wasn't some silhouette to made out.And so far I saw nothing. Well I did see a crow, but he wasn't much of a bother to me, he mainly sat on that branch those empty, souless beady little specks of eyes locked upon me as I moved, in a odd sense it was as if his gaze was locked souly upon me. Lets face it if anything I'm more of his predator, right? Of course! I looked up just to eye him a bit suspiciously. Noticing how his ebony feathers almost portrayed a rainbowish color. A few blink was all I offered and then I huffed a bit to myself.. 'Quit being so damn paranoid.' I merely though to myself. But no sooner after my attempt to 'calm' myself I heard that drawn out howl echo through the night.. And it echoed it's way right into my twin towers... Straining my eyes I tried to focus a bit in the darkness, but it did no use. I saw nothing.. No matter how much I squinted and strained them, I had to face the facts.. I did not have night vision. I was however as curious as a new born kitten that just opened it's eyes.. I wanted to know just where that howl came from. And when I was determined then nothing with get in my way.. and I mean nothing.. Not even tree's that want to rip me in half could stop me now! Ligaments moved in a slow, rythmatic like manner towards where the sound had originated from, the owner of the noise still a ways off, and at this point I could not pick up on any scents other than old moss and muskly still waters, that was it.. If this brown dirty liquid even deserved to be called water that is.. I continued to move, testing each step rather carefully trying to make sure that it wouldn't attack me and caused my body to completely sink below. What a horrible way to die, don't ya think? That was one hell of a fear I had.. To drowned.. Could you imagine? Thrashing wildly while your lungs filled with water, knowing good and well your going to die with no other choice... You brain slowly suffocating due to lack of oxygen? Oh such a horrid thought! Just the image in my head of such a thing taking place scent chills uncontrolabley slashing down my spine. And the thought that was now portrayed within my skull caused each step to be even more cautious. And you want to talk about fantitastic Timing? I had managed to make my way between tree's still a bit a distance off from the two brutes. Pale yellow visionaires locked upon the lighter hued one before they shifted to the darker shaded one. A small shimmer of excitment finally visible when looking into my own eyes.. Although my face remained expressionless.. My white, rather dirty canvas remained tucked tightly in the shadows just sort of watching.. Waiting.. At first it struck me as if the two were going to get into a little scwabble. Their words just barely audible. After a while it seemed as if the duo were just as petty as females bickering to and fro. Where's the blood? Where's the meat hanging off the skeletal figures? What the heck? A snort in disapproval escaped my own black nostrils and finally I emerged from my spot. Both of their scents remained masked by the stink here... Unless... the stink was them?.. My own frame much smaller then the two brutes that was for certain. However, although almost everything scared me, I masked it rather well. Putting on some tough gal image when really deep down inside if you got close enough my inside were shaking of fear, my stance would never tell you otherwise though. An art I managed to get to prefection due to years of traveling. "Well now, I'm sensing a bit of tension, no?" My own lyrics possessed a bit of a accent but nothing drastic.. My words were low and sweet. My tone always seemed to remain in a bit of a hushed whisper when I spoke. I offered a few blinks and my pale hued orbs jumped from one figure to the next, still standing a bit away.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/MustangMIDDL.jpg] Mustang stared down at the brute while he lowered his head. It angered the large male because he knew it was not out of respect. Raising his head slightly the large gunmetal gray bastard let out a deep growl from his chest, his ears flicking back and forth clearly showing his agitation. Ford was not a social creature, he did not like other souls, and if he was to spend the rest of his life living it out in solitude he would be content. As long as Azazael was with him of course. It was like it always was when she came to his mind, slowly the brutes thoughts started rolling- though the expression of anger and irritation next left his face- not did his eyes ever veer away from the pale bastard lying down at his feet. After their run in with Anakaros and the Renegade Empire, Mustang was extra careful about what he said. He had made a mistake that almost got both of them killed, and he was not going to be stupid enough to do something like that again. Because of the guilt that racked through his body, he had been especially careful and close to Azazael over the past few weeks. In fact this was the first time he had ventured away from her side, and he knew that she needed the brake, just the same as he did. It was one thing to love and be obsessed with someone, but it was another to never take your eyes off of them. Even the territorial and grumpy Mustang had to go off and do his own thing. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, his ears flicked back suddenly and just as quickly Mustang was backing up and to the side. His back was toward the small clearing of trees since he had walked to. There was someone here, he had heard a sigh. Amber eyes skipped back and forth between the brute that was still resting with his head on the ground and the unknown stranger who was making their way toward them now. Anger filled the young giant and he was silently cursing himself. He should have killed the snow bastard when he was sleeping. It may not have been a noble way to protect oneself, but who ever said Mustang was anyone of noble bearing? Slowly his hackles raised up and another snowy white creature came through the lining of the tree's. The only difference he could see between the two was that one was clearly male and the other female, as well as the male had a cream colored mask on his face. Did that mean that he was an actor in a play, just the same as Ford was? Either way, he knew that he wold have to be very careful in this situation. Two against one was always a bad sign, even for the gigantic beast who was facing off against the two. His father had taught him two things, though he did not know that he had done so for either of them. How to be an amazing actor. And to pick your fights. This appeared to be one of those moments where he needed to swallow his pride and he needed to act that part. If he came off as a loser, they might leave him alone. If he came off as weak, even if they did decide to attack he would have the upper paw. If they decided they wanted to be friends, it would just give him the opportunity he stab them in the back on his way home. As long as he made it back to Azazael by morning he had nothing to worry about. The only fear he really had was being gone too long and her coming out to find him. He did not want her landing herself in this trouble too. For all that he had taught her everything he knew- which was quite a bit- he did not want her winding in some kind of trouble that he could not get her out of. Looking both wolves up and down he took another step back before dropping his head slightly. Mustang hated this part of the act more than anything else. He had done it for Anakaros, and it had worked to an extent. He did not seen any giant sparks of intelligence in either of these creatures, but he still needed to be extra careful of what he would do. Letting out a deep sigh the giant bear sized wolf held his paws in his gaze- making sure to never let the other two out of the edges of his vision. So far it seemed the world was waiting on him to speak and it angered him more than anything else about this entire situation. Growling low and quiet, he finally brought his head up to rest of the female. Better to use this tactic, it would be more believable. "Excuse me, Madam. My name is Chevy, and I just ran into the brute over there. I hope we didn't disturb you Miss. Sometimes I just let my anger take me over, it was my fault. Will you be so kind as to accept my apology?" Muse;; x_X Word Count;; 876 Authors Notes;; Acting time! Copyright;; Mustang and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © Ashes. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masq---MIDDLE.png] Masquerade noted this wolf had a temper best not to push. However, how had he made this temper control the male? That, he wasn't so sure of. Being a wolf of very few words, he only locked eyes with the black wolf. Green orbs were cautious. The wolf's previous looks were dangerous, and Masquerade had no intention of fighting, or anything of the sort. He looked at the female. She obviously had no thoughts of the males to be dangerous. For, if so, why would she approach so... Willingly? and, to speak of what was so easily. She was certainly strange. I would appreciate if you didn't talk as though I wasn't here. Masquerade growled lowly. He did not like this wolf so far. He should really work on first impressions. He wouldn't get anywhere like that. Masq walked slowly, and only about three feet. Slowly, his words cooed, and, I have to agree. Apologies if we did interrupt your evening. He sat down, and became more aware and his green orbs were shining with something similar to pain. Sympathy. Anything besides comfort and.. joy. Such a word. What a meaning.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] OOC- Epic Fail >.< It was a bit odd, for some reason I found brutes rather amusing. Not just because of the simple fact they make pretty damn good eye candy but their dominant behavior and longing for respect somehow makes me laugh. Very seldom do you spot us bitches prancing around, dial carried high, demanding resepct from other females.. I like to think we're the smarter of the sexes. It's almost instinct that we know who to repsect and who is lowest on the totum poll. I could be wrong though. I continued to watch the two, rather closely. As if I were the scientist and they were the mice inside the maze. A twinkle of amusement visible in my own pale orbs. Twin towers twitching ever so slightly as if I didn't want to miss a word being spat. This was probably the most amusement I've had lately. And I didn't want the two to act right just because a me. Of course I alowed my own visionaries to scan over the thunderstorm colored one slowly. Taking in the enormous canis lupus' features. Mainly because I saw his hackles rise. Now, I may be small but I rarely take anything from anyone... If somewhere along the line I get my ass beat then I also gurantee I learned a lesson in the process and know what not to do next time around. The corners of my own darkened lips tugged upwards in a bit of a awkward, slightly off grin. Of course, me, I wasn't out looking for a fight... Just simply ouiji walking and this just so happened to be where my paws led me. Such a shame though, wasn't really aiming to get dirty.. Ah, aint nothin much I can do about it now. A little late, eh? Once more allowed my eyes to lick over his frame, before they shifted to the other brute.. The other light hued one witht he odd mask... So far, he looked a bit more submissive, as if maybe he wasn't out looking to start anything.. Then again he also didn't seem to be the luckiest critter either for the dark one to stumble across him like that. I looked around the environment slowly, observing it very closely.. Listening to all the sounds that surrounded us.. And judging by what I saw, and heard you could scream and no one would really hear you. A low chuckle escaped my own lips as I thought to myself. It wasn't until the massively sized dark brute spoke that it brought my attention completely lashing onto him. My own fur never once rose, no sign of anger not agression detected on me physically, lets just say I have more than one mask. And over the years I've learned just how to use each one to perfection. As his words slithered into my auds I couldn't help but fight the urge to roll my eyes. Now a days, males just don't talk that way to females that was something I did take note of now-a-days. Brutes seemed to treat fae's just as they would other brutes. Maybe this male was just one of the rare breeds? But as he looked towards me, there was just one thing a bit off. His eyes didn't portray the same softness as his words. Now, I'm not one to judge off the bat, so lets keep on playin this little game, shall we? It could be fun. Now in most cases, females usually were cautious when approaching males.. Perhaps there was something a bit off though when it came to me upstairs.. Yes, that's my excuse.. A few bolts must be coming loose. After the apologetic male apologized I couldn't help but offer him one of my famous little fake smiles, that was more than noticeably fake. Followed by a childish giggle. Almost could be classified under creepy. Now I just wanted to play my own little game. Finally I decided to speak, addressing the two of them. "Ruin my evening? I highly doubt either one of you would be capable of such a task." I looked to the both of them, noting the look in the lighter ones eyes... You know you could tell alot by simply obeserving someone close enough. That's what I had learned to do. I learned alot about someone just by simply looking at their eyes. That's where all the true emotions lies. And to be honest I have yet to see someone that can mask their own eyes. I certainly can not change the way my eyes look. Can you? I looked back to Chevy and offered a bow of my dial. " 'Tis a pleasure to meet you Chevy dear..." My own accent was soft, lyrics spoke out just a notch above a whisper. Over my own stance now took over a more playful appearance... Soon enough looking back to the lighter hued one. "Now, are you goin' to grace me with your name as well? Or are we going to play the guessing game? Oh, how I do enjoy those games." Once again I offered the two of them one of my infamous crooked little grins. "My cursing, or calling which ever you choose to say is Mirage." I offered the two of them a graceful bow of my dial. It was hard to determine if I was being serious or sarcastic. I didn't even know half the time which one I was.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/MustangMIDDL.jpg] Mustang kept a close eye on the both of them. His mind was racing on what he could possibly do. Very slowly an idea began to form and he could feel the darkness that was inside his soul beginning to rear forward and laugh in hysteria. Sometimes he felt foolish when he looked back on the situation and realized how easy it would have been if he would have just thought about things. As of now he did not need to back step very far, and his decisions may have actually helped the case that he was about to present. Of course there was still that nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong, but he doubted it wouldn't be anything that he couldn't handle. The bear moved forward, his head still lowered slightly, before he stopped again. Her vocals rang forward, and he could feel the demon inside of him laughing once again. It was clear this bitch was full of herself. If he continued to play the good ol' gentleman there was a very good chance he could get exactly what he wanted, and it wouldn't even that that much work. He would need to be careful of her eyes though, from under shadowed lids he had watched her study him, seen her realize that there was much more to him than he had told her in the beginning. In the end, he would kill her if it came down to it, but he silently hoped not to. He didn't want his first true conquest to have to be killed. Azazael. The name hissed through his ears sharply, and if either wolves had been watching him they would have seen the muscles twitch until his steel gray pelt. Her name had come to him the same time the female had spoken her own name- Mirage. He could feel his lungs tightening slightly and the anger in himself over what he wanted. That anger though would not be enough to keep him from doing what he wanted to. Azazael had ran off and cheated on him at least once a week since they had first come together. He even suspected his own father of getting a piece of her. Though since their last fight she had been amazingly civil, not often leaving his side other than to get some peace and quiet, she had not once come back smelling like another male since their last big fight. Mustang could remember it. He could remember teasing her, making her moan, then slamming her up against a tree. Anger had been seeping out of him then, and in her anger she had said enough things to enrage him and bring him close enough to killing her. For though Mustang was calm and calculated in most parts of his life, when Azazael came into the picture, he lost all sense of right and wrong. He no longer knew where he was and even who he was at times. All it would take was her scent and he would lose control. That was why he wanted Mirage under him. He would force her if need be, anything so that he could go home to Zael and have her knowing that he wasn't the only one that could get hurt. Mustang was a troubled wolf, and there was something not quite right with his mind. He understood right from wrong, but he did not care about them. He did not follow the rules that society and wolf kind had set up for him. It was not to be called a rebel or to hear his name whispered over the land- because he even used a fake name here. It was because Mustang did not believe in anything. He knew that they were all going to die, and though he did not wish to be the God of a new world, he wished to witness it's destruction before he too died. All that mattered was himself and Azazael, and Azazael mattered even more than his own body or soul. The confusing thing was that he wished to hurt her to show how much he loved her. Yes, Mustang was pretty fucked up at times. Glancing at the white brute with the painted face, Ford snorted slightly, before moving forward and toward the female. Behind the bangs that hung over his face, those soulful golden eyes were dancing with laughter. Every part of the brute's body though showed weakness. Even with the act he was putting on, even with the play being shown at the moment, life always needed a little bit of improve and without warning Mustang kicked up dirt and mud with his hind legs, easily splattering the masked fellow before letting out a deep bark of a laugh and jumping forward. Though it appeared to be on accident, Mustang never did anything without having it all planned out in his mind, and he gently bumped into the female. Fake surprise played in his eyes as he took hurried steps around her and turned to look at the mud covered monster who he was sure wanted to kill him at this second. A laugh escaped his tightly closed muzzle, and soon he was almost in a fit of tears, he had found the situation so hilarious. Glancing down at Mirage, for he was easily quite larger than her, a smile played on his handsome muzzle, and soon enough he dropped his gaze away from her own, faking a blush and a shy personality. Very slowly his words started out, and though his head was still toward the ground, those amber eyes never left the masked brute. He would not be caught off guard by and idiot. "Miss Mirage. Would you be interested in going on a walk to me? We can leave The Creature from the Black Lagoon here, I know I would be more than happy to. He smells." Muse;; H.I.M Word Count;; 987 Authors Notes;; <3 Mustang Copyright;; Mustang and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © by Ashes of Dare to Dream. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.