Stab the Heavens

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

This place was called a battlefield... A simple name. Yet, it held meaning. Many wars were waged in this area. Many lives claimed in hatred, lust for power, greed, envy. The stench of carnage was thick in the air. The fallen, the mourned, would never return. What a lovely place. Yes, lovely. Quiet. Filled with the scent of bloodshed. So many hearts had stopped beating here. Lovely. Fools. Those who wish to die, had stepped foreward. Putting a foot in the grave, in this, the burial ground.

"Quite the rememberable place this is. I would guess, not the best place for a newcomer such as myself. Death fills the air, along with sorrow, the emotions of all those who fought fruitless battles here. Ahhh, it is simply.. Breathtaking."

A lone wolf sat utop a small cliff, overlooking the land. The sun was crying it seemed, as it slowly dissapeared from view. With its exit, twilight had been ushered in. The moon was already out. Ah, one of the few times the Sun and Moon conversed in the sky. He wondered, what did they talk about in these meetings?

"Lovely sun, mysterious moon, tell me. What is you two discuss? Why, are you discussing ways to make nature more splendid? More beautiful?"

His soft voice called out to them. A gentle, soothing, somewhat alluring voice. The voice of a nocturnal gentleman. The aristocratic assassin. A jet black pelt left no lasting image. Only served to hide him in the darkness. Today, the male was. Male. Yes, the genderconfused side of him was sleeping. Today, the master of showmanship and the pleasure of crowds was in control. For now, he was just gazing, admiring the grandure of nature. Even in this bloodied, cursed land.. This wolf could find beauty.

"The scent of dried blood.. Magnificiant. If only I could have tasted it. The delicious source of all life. Maybe, to just bite the heart and taste it.."

THe wolf said these words with calm, almost rapt attention. Licking his chops. A very pleasent, yet in this situation disturbing grin upon his maw. The hunger was back now. That talking had stirred up his thirst. Well, it was time to find a new source to exstinguish his thirst. With one last look back at the beautiful scene, a soft contented sigh escaping him, he turned and walked. Looking for something, or someone.

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/walkingonaircenter.png] The day so far had progressed peacefully and with no events to speak of. Everything was blissful as the day came to an end and the sun began to sink over the horizon, casting the night's long shadow over the formerly verdant meadow, now yellowed from cold, that rambled along the outer rim of the expansive island of Traum. As the last smoldering off shoots of the crimson sun faded from the land and the passionate sunset gave way to twilight, the sky took on a lavender hue that deepened to one close to that of aubergine, and then finally faded to the deep navy blue that captured the night skies and cradled the stars. For a brief time the meadow fell silent with the creatures of the day settled in their nooks and crannies and those of the night not yet emerged. Shadows floated over the rolling field as thick, fluffy clouds rambled past the moon, and a cold breeze swept over the open expanse, swaying long yellow grasses. Despite the lingering scent of blood and decay it had been a serene, almost perfect day, just like every one since she had arrived on the island. And Norther was sick of it. Everything had been so calm and quiet; it had been perfectly boring. Thus far hunting had proved to be the only available form of entertainment in which she could engage, as she was still new to the lands and yet to make much in the way of acquaintances. Earlier in the day she had taken a shot at a small fawn, but something had spooked it, and both fawn and doe had bounded away before the white female could draw near enough to attack. Aside from that little bit of excitement, there was nothing at all to keep her blood flowing and there was nothing to really look forwards to; and seeing as Norther greatly disliked having to hunt for herself…well she was not enjoying her stay as well as she would have liked. As the dark deepened, Norther continued to make her way through the meadow, angling westward to where the pitch black peaks of the Moonlight Mountains, which the sun had recently set behind, were looming. Because of her light, silver-dusted white pelt, Norther stood out from her surroundings even in the night, and in the vast amount of open space her presence would have been blatantly obvious to any onlookers. However, the white female was not interested in hiding herself. After all, it was free territory and she had no reason to walk with anything but pride. Of course, when the time came to move in concealment she was well capable of doing so, but now was obviously not one of those times. So she continued to glide easily over the sprawling field, her movements so slight that it seemed she were a ghost floating across the ground rather than a corporeal creature of solid form. She was a beautiful creature, Norther. Her form was slender and her frame delicate, supported by long legs and balanced by a luxuriously thick white tail. All things considered the female was a desirable: she was healthy, strong, and intelligent. The sort of female that, paired with a male of equal suits, would produce more than suitable offspring. However it might have been said that Norther was little interested in accepting a mate for in the past she had never fully taken to any male. There had been a few in her life, but none of them had ever stayed around. The truth of the matter was that Norther absolutely loved falling in love. She did not, however, like prolonged relationships, and the instant the fires died she would cast her partner to the side and continue on her merry way in search of a new experience. She wasn’t particularly finicky about it either, a female would suit her interests if nothing else was to be had. The scent of dried blood.. Magnificent. If only I could have tasted it. The delicious source of all life. Maybe, to just bite the heart and taste it.. Norther’s ears pricked forward with rapt attention and her head jerked in the direction from which the soft words from hailed; a small rise of land stood between her and the source of the sound. Curiosity aroused by the promising sound of the words (she’d always had a thing for a wolf with a bit of a sadistic streak), the female abruptly switched her direction and floated up the small slope, cresting it and catching her first glimpse of the creature that had spoken. With the depths of winter on the move, she very much wanted to find herself a companion; someone to take care of her needs, save her the toil of having to sustain herself alone…and of course, to keep her warm at night. Dainty paws carried her closer to the wolf, a black male so slender he was almost feminine in appearance; not quite the physique, she preferred, but again, as shallow as Norther was she was not picky. So as long as the wolf was attractive (she would never stoop so low as to interact with an ugly wolf) they were still fair game. “Lovely night, is it not?” she crooned, pausing at a safe enough distance; wolves were unpredictable creatures, after all, and she certainly wasn’t trying to get herself hurt. .

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

The male was enraptured now. It was glorious. The cold night air, the stars, flickering like beacons. Blood, the scent of it, everywhere. Yes, it was just heavenly. Ages came and gone, time flowed ever onward. Yet, the grandure of nature never changed. Miss moon was out, alone now. His emerald gaze rested upon the visage of the dim night guardian. Full tonight. A rare, yet welcome occurence. Small beams of moonlight darted here and there. Yes, truly, the night was welcoming. Warming.

"My dearest Lady moon, would thou cast upon me thy light? Shine with thy brilliance and radiat this bloodsoaked land? Could thou bring to me some company? Perhaps someone willing to allow my humble tongue to partake of their life."

Strange words, spoken without care for who heard them. All the while, a large smile on his face. His eyes closed, yet he seemed to see everything. A pleasent look? Or a disturbing vision of his solumn madness. He could hear it now... Footsteps. Small ones, quiet. Approaching him. This scent, female. Wonderful. A visiter? Had Lady Lunar granted his request? What color was her blood? She came into view, far enough away to be "Safe". A cautious she wolf. Distrusting. Natural, it was instinct. She spoke, gently, an alluring voice. It sounded like "Her". She was strange.. Her body, it was like his. Yes, lithe, long legs. Like his. Though, while his pelt was black, hers shone white as the moon. Interesting.. What color was her blood? He spoke, that smile never leaving his face as he turned to look at her. From that distance, it would almost appear as if he was crying, due to his scars.

"Lovely? Lovely... Yes, lovely. Good evening. Lady Lunar granted my wish and has brought to me a lively fea. You and I look similar.. Yes, though we could be diffrent. Diffrent. White and Black, like two sides of opposing forces. Yes, your lovely indeed. "She" Would kill to have your body.. Quite literally."

His pleasent smile never left his face. His speech rather, eccentric. A very strange male indeed. This "She"? Who was she? He knew, but Norther would know nothing about that. Yes, this She, was but his other side. Heckle, She was Jeckle, Lilith. When one side slept, the other took control. Naturally, because of this, it was rare this male slept. With two personalities taking over when one slept, how did he find time to sleep at all? He spoke again, that smile never fading.

"I can hear the beating of your beautiful heart. Its nice, to see a living wolf. I can hear it, your heart beats. Its beautiful, perhaps you would show me.. Your blood. Just a sample, what color is it? Is it the same as mine? May I taste it? Yes just a taste. Come, I won't take much milady."

He still smiled, a pleasent friendly smile. Yet he said such strange things. He didn't introduce himself, or ask for her name. He was too absorbed with her beauty, and that lovely sound of a heart beating... To "Her" That sound was most beautiful right before it stopped.

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/walkingonaircenter.png] Lovely? Lovely... Yes, lovely. Good evening. Lady Lunar granted my wish and has brought to me a lively fea. You and I look similar.. Yes, though we could be diffrent. Diffrent. White and Black, like two sides of opposing forces, That was all it took; his strange manner of speaking ensnared Norther’s curiosity. This male was something new; a challenge to spice her night. Right off the bat she could tell that he was not like any other wolf she had encountered on Traum, perhaps not like any she had met before, Yes, your lovely indeed. "She" Would kill to have your body.. Quite literally Norther’s ears pricked forward slightly at the mention of another; but seeing as she hadn’t the faintest clue who he was referring to, she cast it aside. Her weight shifted, slowly, then she took a flowing step forward, moving closer to him, taking her time as she ghosted down the small slope. The black male was an odd one, that was for sure; but not enough so that Norther was put off. She had met stranger: a maned wolf attempting to snack on a rotting corpse, for example. He went on to speak further as she drew in, closing the distance between them with graceful steps. Though most everything that came out of his mouth was peculiar, Norther continued to glide forwards, pausing a wolf’s length away, leaving herself plenty of room to maneuver. A wily creature, she knew better than to trust another of her kind. Wolves could be awful, awful creatures; Norther knew this for a fact, seeing as she was one herself, a manipulative femme fatale who survived by stepping on others. But at least she was honest with herself. “My blood, hm?” the impish white she-wolf swished her tail around shapely hips, smiling demurely, “Dearie me, you’re a forward one. Don’t you suppose you should at least tell me your name first?” .

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

She was alluring. Yes, enchanting. The way she walked. Beauty. Yes, her steps. Exsquisite. Each movement. Seduction? Seduction.. Yes, she was interested in him. Yes, she was. Beautiful. Company. She wolf... His interest too, was piqued by her. Most did not approach him. No matter how nice he acted, others seemed to shy away. Not this she wolf. No, she came closer... Closer.. Her heart was beating. Calm. Yes, she was calm. She spoke to him, the black Eastern wolf's ears were pointing towards her. A pleasent smile masking his eccentric and unstable nature.

"Blood.. Yes, I bet its beautiful. This place reeks of bloodshed. Can you smell it? It smells heavenly.. Can you hear it? Silence. Two hearts. They beat, ours. Yours, mine. I hear them... Carnage once filled the air. Yes, murder, anger, jelousy. Wars have been fought here.. Despite it all, the grandure of nature never changes. Does it?"

He was lost in thought now, gazing at Norther. Admiring her beauty really. "She" was quiet.. Yes, not a word was spoken. Sleeping, she was resting. Certinly, if she was awake, things would be.. Interesting? Yes... She hated females. He gazed at Norther. Yes, she had spoken. Asked his name. Name. His calling.

"Foreward? Yes.. I desire it. Your blood. To taste it. It will talk to me.. Yes.. Have you tasted it? Each living creature.. Blood tastes diffrent.. Talk.. "She" Hasn't talked to me today.. Yes.. She has been quiet. Oh.. You talked to me. My name? Calling? Yes. Someone else has asked me that. Yes.. My name.. It is Alucard. Your name? Yes.. No... Your blood. I want to taste it. Yes, your blood.. That will tell me.. The soul, it lies within the blood. Life's water.. Yes. May I? Just a bit. A taste.. Bite a paw.. That will be fine. Yes."

He stared intently at her Paw.. Her dainty little paw.. Yes, pretty. She was delicate. Like a flower. With thorns. A rose. Blackrose.. Pretty.

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/walkingonaircenter.png] Norther’s emerald gaze lingered on the strange male as he continued to ramble on, quite bizarrely, about blood and battles. Her sensible side warned her off, that he was all kinds of unstable; but something about his dysfunctionality was alluring. It wasn’t that she found it attractive so much as he posed a new sort of trial. Though she looked every bit the innocent, decorously coy angle and played the part flawlessly, Norther’s ego was a mile wide at its lowest. She knew she was pretty, knew she had the figure and wiles to make even the hardest male melt at her paws…and seeing as this Alucard was of a new sort, well, it went without saying that she wanted to play her little games. Tail swaying slowly, she cast a quick glance down at her paw, contemplating whether or not to humor his unusual request or make him work for it. He seemed the type that she could safely chalk up--in a certain sense--right next to her previous companions, the twin brothers Matadore and Sangre; which meant that he could be toyed with, if it were done properly, but never taken lightly. Decisions, decisions. With a fluid motion she came closer, eyes glinting in the moonlight as she met his gaze and held it unwaveringly, ghostly, polite smile never faltering, breathing, “Perhaps you’d like to do the honors yourself.” Simperingly, she lifted a delicate paw, holding it gingerly outward as though asking him to inspect an injury; at the same time, the vixenly wolf was quite ready to dance out of harm’s way should it be necessary. .

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Lust, the wolfs real name, suffered from an unstable mind. Of course, Norther already knew that. It was apparent in his speech, his mannerisms. The subtle changes in his eyes as he spoke. What ever was keeping her there was a simple mystery to him. She was toying with him perhaps? Did that matter? She was company. Interesting. Beautiful. A female.. Male and Female.. "She" was quiet today. Names? He had forgotten her name.. She had a name, she named herself. Yes, introductions. He stared at her for a moment, his smile never fading. He spoke, calmly, confidently, no matter how strange his words were.

"She is simply She."

He said it softly. Yes, she was simply she. She was one. One of two. He accepted her. She was a part of the whole. Even if she didn't want to be. She was quiet today... His head, silence. Only his own thoughts. Lonely. Yes, lonely. Was that the word for it? Perhaps. Norther, she came closer. Closer. Ghosting. She seemed confident. Playing. SHe was offering a paw. She wanted him to shed her blood.. Yes, blood. Delicious.. Delicate.. Gently. His eyes caught hers. Her emerald gaze into his own.

"Yes.. The honors? She is quiet today.. Simply she.. Blood.. Sorry, I will do it now.. A test? Test.. Feminine wiles. I see... Yes. Fun. Lets play! Obedient? Is that what you desire? I will play. For now. Yes, first a taste. Small taste."

He seemed distant now, gazing at her paw as she so gingerly offered it. His head tilted, twitchted softly. As if a bit of a wire had been crossed for a second. He gazed at the paw. It was delicate. Small, dainty. White. He looked beneath it now, too the paw pads. The same. Black. His were pink. He spoke again, softly, still transfixed on her paw.

"Did you know? Rabbits have sour blood."

A random, useless tidbit. Why he said it, who would know. Not even he knew. Now, he came closer. Would she run? He waited to see. Should she hold still, he would gingerly open his jaws, tilting his head, his canine fangs coming down softly. Between her toes as it where. Gently, slowly, would she run? Pull away? Toying with him.. His fangs sunk into her flesh, gently, opening wounds. He would pull just a bit, to get the blood flowing. Now, released it, gazing at the wounds, watching them bleed.

"Red. Mine is red too!... I think."

He stared, eyes on the bleeding wound. His smile never fading. Carefully, his tongue lapped at the first wound. Her blood licked up onto it. Tasting it, he savored it. Yes, sweet.. Yet slightly sour.. Interesting. Texture. More. He sat down, lapping at the fresh wounds, Calm. Calm... Yes... More.

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/walkingonaircenter.png] All the while in which she offered her paw Norther kept a close watch on him, searching his body for any subtle signs that he was about to inflict more than just a nip; she did realize that holding her paw out to be bitten was a bit of a risk. He could just as easily catch the whole of it between his blood-seeking fangs and mangle her horribly; something that just would not do for two reasons. The first being that it would scar her flawless figure and the second being that it would certainly lame her for some time (perhaps permanently), and she couldn’t run from him if she were lamed, obviously. She maintained her sleek composure as he moved closer, offering a random tidbit about rabbit blood, to which Norther could not help but nod her head in agreement, “They certainly do,” she agreed; she hated rabbit, nasty little vermin they were. Big, long eared rats that hopped about. Unfortunately, she had to eat them a lot more than she would have liked; they were easy to catch, and she could hardly pull a full grown deer down all by her lonesome. By the time these thoughts finished running through her mind, he was standing before her, head leaning forward while his jaws parted delicately. She made no attempt to pull away, simply regarded him cautiously as his black lips pulled back to reveal his fangs moving closer and closer to her flesh. A slight shiver ran the length of her body when his sharp canines made contact with her fur, closing down between her toes; they began to break the flesh, and Norther tensed ever so slightly as a dull flash of pain throbbed through her flesh when he tugged. Then he released her, a thick drop of crimson swelled forth from the wound, and she felt the gentle caress of his warm tongue sooth away the slight pain. She watched quietly, intrigued by the strangeness of it all, as he sat down and continued to lap at the wound, saying nothing for the time being. .

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Lust, the wolf's name givin to him at birth, was calm. He always was when he tasted fresh blood. Whether it be from a kill, or in the case of Norther, a willing "Doner." It wasn't a surprise that Norther was intigued by his strange fascination with blood. Those who did not know him usually were. It wasn't a thirst that was random. No, nor was he born with this fascination. The wolf, as a pup, was bathed in blood. Raised to kill. Not in anger or hatred. No, his family killed simply to suit the needs of the highest bidder so to speak. Killing, more and more. Being bathed in blood so many times, the male became obsessed with it. He needed it, like a drug. It was the only thing that calmed him. Both of them, He, and "She." He spoke, his tongue now covered in her blood. The crimson ebodiment of her heats work, dripped from his fangs as he stared at the wound.

"Sweet... Yes... Very sweet.. Red.. Its red.. Mines red.. I think.. Its always red. It speaks... I'll listen.. You.. Yes... I must listen. Temptress, yes. Restless... Are you? It says you are.. I see.."

Strange words as all of his words were. But, perhaps he did hit a bit of truth with them this time. His smile, never fading. Calm. He was happy. Like a pup, being rewarded. He wasn't finished yet. His tongue came to softly lap at her paw again. Drinking down every ounce of blood she would allow. He savored the taste, the feel... Wolf blood. It was always better then prey. Mindless prey, who only existed to die. Yes, better from a soul. A willing one no less. He stopped again, licking his jaws.

"Pain.. Yes, I hear it. Your heart. Its beating.. Taste it.. Beautiful. Yes.. You are beautiful.. When dyed crimson with blood.. Pain.. It hurts? I will sooth it.. This pain."

She probebly noticed it. The way he opened the wounds. He did it with persicion. Like a surgeon. Opening the weakest flesh, with the least amount of effort, and the least amount of pain to her... A result of his upbringing. It was obvious, he was meant to kill with persicion. Carefully, he continued to lap at her wounds, at one point, nuzzling into them. Her blood now staining his black fur. He would continue until stopped. Happy, yes, he was happy.

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He knew what she was doing, Norther would give him that; he had opened her flesh deftly, as though he’d been doing it all his life. Maybe he had been; his unusual thirst did not strike the white female as something that was randomly developed for no reason. More like something he had been somehow turned onto at an early again. She held still for some time, holding her paw at an angle, letting the blood swell between her toes and flow down, a thick trickle that eventually came to drip from her claw. Not a drop of it touched the ground; his tongue captured it all, sliding over the wound, cleansing it from her fur, leaving only a faint pink hue.

She shifted after a few minutes had passed, letting her hind legs fold beneath herself and sitting down, tail folding neatly about the paws she left on the ground. He paused to speak every so often, the words always abnormal, though she began to pick out certain patterns in his speech. When his jaws parted to allow the words to pass, Norther could see her blood coating his tongue; it was a bizarre, albeit kinky, experience, looking at her own blood as it cloaked his tongue.

He seemed to be making predictions about her; and Norther was somewhat shocked to find the adjectives he tossed about to be fairly accurate. A temptress she most certainly was; but no wolf had ever pegged her as such before. At least, not until they had spent sometime wrapped around her paw, and the realization usually did not come to those foolish males until she had discarded them and gone on her way. Restless? Always. She never stayed in one place for long, took up with packs only if it would benefit her in the winter months; and she always left at the first sign of spring and easier living.

She smiled, eyes glinting a strange shade in the moonlight, “Oh, but can you really guess my name by the taste?” she asked, tilting her head with some amount of curiosity as she continued to allow him to lap away the viscous red liquid.