Take a Bow

[Ember]

Paradox

I stumbled over the rocks, my paws heavy. My last encounter with a wolf left me like this, bloodied and sore. Quite frankly, I didn't want that anymore.

I lay beside the crystal clear stream. Then, seeing my reflection, I recoiled back away from it. I looked like a monster, blood all over my paws and legs. Did you hear that Temper? You left me looking like this, with you using my paws to leave me like this.

Closing my eyes, I crept towards the stream, careful to not look into my reflaction. I quickly drank some water and stepped back.

I looked at my paws. Time to clean them, I guess. But...how? In all my life I never had the need to clean blood off me. My thin brown body shuddered. I wasn't a monster. But Temper was. Is.

In all my life, she hasn't been so quiet. She had vanished, poof, after that strange meeting with the black wolf with the emerald eyes. I've never felt so loney after that. But at the same time, it felt awesome. To be able to roam all the corners of my mind with out her sneaking up and attacking me has been great.

But....at the same time she was like a friend. Not quite, but she knew the sercrets of my mine. And I had trusted her. Even through I might wake up from a nap and find my paws slightly stained with blood and a wolf and my throat.

But...I could change my whole life around. I could find and meet new wolves, not strange ones, and have a life without having to worry about her attacking them.

[Oren]

Mythril walked into the forest and instantly heard the falling of a waterfall. 'I could use a drink' Mythril said to himself in his head. It was some what cold, but his coat was enough to keep most of the chills away. He kept walking and soon got to the top of the waterfall. He looked over it and it was not that big: only twenty to twenty-five feet tall. As he jumped down by the rocks on the side and the slippery rocks almost made him fall of the side and into the water.

Once Mythril got to the bottom he continued on his way following the river down stream. He lifted his head and smelled the air and the scent of a female wolf entered his nostrils. 'Well a fair little fea to talk to.' Mythril continued in till he cough sight of the female wolf.

He got closer to her then said "Good day my fair fea." He then got close to her and noticed that she was covered in blood 'I could a little drink even if dry blood is blood.' He thought to himself. Mythril got close to her and said "Are you ok? Do you need help? Is there anything I can do to help." He was trying to get her to say something like can you clean the wounds on my neck that I cant reach or anywhere else. He just wanted a little taste of the blood, so that he could get some that would settle his needs for it for the day.

[Ember]

I swish my tail, iwshing the blood away. If I tried hard enough....forget it.

The musical sound of water jolted my senses. I was so lost in thought, I wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in the outside world. The smell of wolf entered my nose. Oh no.

This was not good. My last encounter with a wolf ended badly, and I didn't want it to happened again. But it was too late. The wolf was heading to me, I could smell it in the light breeze that swirled the leaves in the trees.

Ah, oh well. I'll just have to control myself this time and not give up. Did you heart that, Temper? I'll never give up, I said to her.

The wolf bounded into sight. He, I could tell it was a he by the build and the way he carried himself, had a mixed coat that both enchanted me and confused me. There were scars all around his face, a cut over his eye. He seemed dangerous.

"Good day my fair fea."

His voice was not what I expected, more gentle like and rolling. I swish my deicate tail and nodded, my heather eyes focused on him. Then he stopped and froze, noticing the blood.

"Are you ok? Do you need help? Is there anything I can do to help?"

He said hurriedly. I nodded. " I'm...not use to blood, so tell me if there's anything I could do to make it....better, " I said, pausing. I lifted a paw. " See, it's all been hurt, " I said like a child.

[Oren]

" I'm...not use to blood, so tell me if there's anything I could do to make it....better, "

After she finished talking he said "You could always dip you body in the water but that will make you freezing cold. Or use your tongue to lick it off, but if your not ok with tasting your own blood I would be fine with doing it for you." Mythril said with a nice trusting smile on his face. His wanting of blood right now took over his charming word play and magic talking skills.

Mythril walked closer to her and looked at he paw it was covered in blood. He wanted to taste it very badly, but did his best to wait before diving in to get a taste. He want to get on her good side for she was a very attractive wolf to him. Her brown golden fur was so captivating especially with the blood on her. The only was to make sure a wound would not be infected was to lick all the blood off and let the germs get destroyed in your stomach acids.

Mythril looked up and into her eyes they where also brown. He could not wait any long, but he must to keep him from going in he bit down on his tongue. His blood tasted bitter and sour, but it kept him at bay for the time coming. He stared at the face of the fea now wondering what her name was. "What is your name? I am Mythril." He said with a smile, Trying to get his mind off the blood for now.

[Ember]

"You could always dip you body in the water but that will make you freezing cold. Or use your tongue to lick it off, but if your not ok with tasting your own blood I would be fine with doing it for you."

Just the thought of dipping my body into the water made me shudder. No way, not in this weather. I would freeze to death. And the thought of licking it off made me both repulsed and tempted.

That left the choice of him licking it off. It wouldn't be the first time today that someone did that to me. I mentally laughed at that, and looked off into the sky.The last time was awful.

But for some reason I trusted this mixed-coat wolf. I was sure he wouldn't do what the other wolf did, drink my blood till I passed out. No, I was sure that wouldn't happened.

"What is your name? I am Mythril."

He asked, smiling. I jerked back to reality. " Oh, " I said softly, my heather eyes blinking, " My name's Paradox, " I shifted my body, the ground feeling hard beneath me.

I stood up, my long graceful body working beautifully despite the blood on my paws. I started walking towards the stream, sighing. I guess I would have to use the stream and wash my paws on. " I'm sorry, but I don't trust...easily, " I said, smiling a pained smile.

[Oren]

Mythril just wanted to make a move on this wolf right now. He did not really care about the blood he was more worried about how to get her in his life. He may have only been in this new land for a few days. but he had already found the one he want to spend his life with. Mythril could not think right he could not tell if he was falling for her or her looks. He really did not know. He did not even know her name.

"My name's Paradox."

'Well that clears up one thing,' He thought to himself. "Paradox is a very nice name." He said. Mythril walked up to the stream right next to her and looked down. He saw him and her next to each other. He dripped his paw into the water making a ripple in the water. It enveloped there reflections and then et them back to normal, but now Mythril was looking at Paradox.

"You can trust me. I would never hurt a fea no matter what. Just like I would never hurt a pup. Come on trust me." Mythril sat next to Paradox and continued to stair at her brown fur till she would turn her head to look into his eyes. His eyes showed kindness and caring. He would not let something hurt her and that was the truth. Even though Mythril was probably just fall for her looks he did not care right now. The blood meant nothing to him anymore it was all about how to get her to be his.

[Ember]

"Paradox is a very nice name."

I nodded, my gaze focused on the water flowing along the stream. Just the thought of dipping into that freezing water made me want to go running away. I could see my reflection in the water, my heather eyes stamding out against the clear blue of the stream.

I sensed Mythril get up from his spot and walk over to where I was, but I didn't spare a glance. My bloody paws.....nightmares. He dabbed a paw into the water, splitting my reflection into bits, the blood on paws fading in that image.

I could feel his gaze on my back, it made me feel exposed. I stiffened my back, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"You can trust me. I would never hurt a fea no matter what. Just like I would never hurt a pup. Come on trust me."

His tone was pleading. I almost, almost gave in. I turned my head, my dakr heather eyes meeting with his dark blue ones. Strange, I never noticed the color of his eyes before. There was kindness and caring in them. And...protectivness.

He would never hurt me, I realised. But..what if I did? what if Temper raged out of control and....? And speaking of her, I haven't heard her in quite a while. Strange. And then I made up my mind.

" Here, " I said, placing my paws in front of him. I glared at, warning him if he hurt me.....he would face danger.

[Oren]

Mythril looked down and saw her pick up her paw. He knew that if he hurt her he would be in a world of trouble. He knew he would never hurt her though. Mythril lowered his head and took the first lick of her blood. It was cold, but sweet, sour, and wonderful. It was so smooth and nice to the touch of the tongue.

Mythril thought to himself 'Don't go crazy.' He continued to lick up the blood off of her lovely crafted paw. He kept looking up trying to make sure was not to uncomfortable. He then thought 'Why just on the paw can could it no have been higher to her lovely maw.' Mythril could not get that thought out of his mind.

Mythril lifted his head and said "Now I'm down to the wound. This may hurt a little." He placed his head back down and continued to lick the blood off. Everything was ok he did not feel like he was going to go crazy. The fur now was almost completely cleaned. He stopped and lifted his head to see if he was done.

"Ok looks like I got all the blood off. Oops, I forgot some right here." Mythril lifted his head and pretended to lick a little bit of blood of Paradox's neck. "There we go, you and all your loveliness is now restored." He said with a smile and now was back starring into her eyes. She was special to him and there was nothing that was going to change that.

[Ember]

He started licking the blood off. It felt good to finally not have it on her, to finally be able to see the soft brown fur on her paws. The effect was soothing. I sighed deeply in pleasure.

Then he lifted his head. Don't stop, I wanted to say, keep going. "Now I'm down to the wound. This may hurt a little." He said, his voice calm and assured. I nodded, and he bent down once again to lick my paw.

It started to hurt. I wanted to yank my paw away, but I knew if I did, the blood would never come off. So I waited patiantly for him to finish that part, knowing it would soon be done.

Then it was clean, my nice soft light brown fur clear of blood. I sighed, flickering a smile to Mythril as he stopped.

"Ok looks like I got all the blood off. Oops, I forgot some right here."

He bent his head towards my neck. Hmm, there was blood there? How'd it get up there? His tounge licked it off, and I felt a pleasant shiver. A wolf's mouth so close to may neck and yet not killing me, so good.

"There we go, you and all your loveliness is now restored."

He was colplimenting me. I blushed slightly, hoping my fur would hide it. I lifted my paws away from him and took a step back. " Thank you, " I said softly, staring into his eyes to express my graitude.

[Oren]

Mythril tried his hardest to not make a move, but could not resist his wanting to kiss her. He bite his tongue, but that did nothing but cause pain to him. If he did not do it he would die from waiting . He did not know how she would react to a wolf she barely knows kissing her. He did not want to push her away he could not let that happen. He then closed his eyes and tried to think of something, but nothing came to mind but kissing her.

In a instant Mythril walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. Then walked backwards blushing and embarrassed for doing that. He backed up a little more and looked down "I'm sorry, but when I see you I melt your so lovely I could not help myself." Mythril said this with embarrassment in his voice. He was so worried that she would not want to be around him anymore.

so many things kept going to through his mind. He saw emptiness and loneliness in his mind. He did not want to be alone anymore he wanted to settle down with some one that he loved in his heart. The second he saw her he was cough in her hold and could and did not want to be let go. I wanted to be her Apple to her pie. Her straw to her berry. And her sun to her shine.

OOC: Last words by Auburn's - Perfect Two.