Regret My Breath

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Nemesis had to say, she enjoyed this part of the land most in Traum. The beach seemed almost home. But that was the good thing. Almost. The ocean was once stained with a kill by Nemesis, her insanity strong and driving her more towards strength everyday. She did have a chain, a small part of herself that let her hold back. A small thread holding to whatever sanity she had left, whatever truth left behind in her mind. And it wasn't even her! It was him, her love, her blood. But since he wasn't here, why not at least try to make the best of the loneliness?

It wasn't that she didn't like being lonely. There was a certain feeling in loneliness she rather enjoyed. That solemn feeling. However, now she wasn't looked for any feelings. she was looking for, put downright, entertainment. The bored female was never bored, not for long. Her scent, that disgusting, repulsive deathly scent always drew some curious someone in.

And the curious someone always regretted it. For Nemesis had a way with anyone, a way where whether it be arguing or murdering, she always made them hurt. However, she loved it more than her damn breath! Whether she left a scar, or a mental disability, or even just the smallest new thought of themselves, she effected anyone.

Not everyone she has encountered perhaps. That was greatly exaggerating.

As she walked through the beach, the moonlight gave her a pelt an almost purple hue. Her long, lanky legs glided over the sand with ease, and her yellow slit eyes glowed in the darkness, as her body stuck out much to easily. someone would be drawn in.

They always were.

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Interesting...
He watched as the female strode up and down the moonlit sand. He couldn't help but feel his mind wander, then again, his mind never did stay in one place. What do we have here? Her eyes glinted against the darkness, almost as enticing as his own. The moonlight bounced around, almost eager to welcome her stride along the beach like the warrior returning home from a slaughter. Malkahl hesitated, unsure of whether to approach or not, taking in her scent as if it were too good to pass up. His hesitation did not lie in the fact that someone else was on the sultry sand, but in the fact that it was a female. Malkahl hadn't encountered a female entity, admittedly, for a long while. Males and females did not differ in his opinion. Who they are, is more important, as well as what they want. But this one, stuck out in his mind. He couldnt help but be entranced by every step she took, and found himself, now walking towards her. Femininity had always interested Malkahl, down to the very core, and this one proved to be more interesting than others. He feared he'd succumb to losing his train of thought if he gazed any further, but it was as if she had the air of the moon itself.
Who...are you?
He felt his mind race as her scent completely enveloped him. He was interested, and as his "Cross-hair" eyes gazed directly into hers, he had figured out that it was too late to move.
I've been caught
Not knowing what to do next, Malkahl took the only other recourse of action and gazed transfixed into her gleaming eyes.
"Hello there"

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/thantos-middle.png] What was with this island? Ever since the day he and his beloved sister had surcome to this island, it's been nothing but bitter winds and white snow. Yet slowly and surely it has been warming up to the seasons. While back on their homeland, the land of Sins, things we're warm. Aggressive lands warmed and fueled by the other wolves insanity. While this island held wolves of natural colors, natural elements. Nothing extreme and above and beyond like the land of Sins. Long maned wolf legs drifted from the in lands. The island was notorious for its geographical features and large insights, and lately he had been wandering around. Watching others in his crude and clever habits of stalking these wolves. They we're on the edge and often they all talked of a war. Strange and annoying, due to the fact he and Nemesis wished to be causing the wars here. Like those tricky information brokers, you just need but loathe. A chesire smile appeared of his maw as he felt the grass change to sand. Feeling the small bits and pieces of earth form in between his toes. Slowing down as the strange texture slowed him and him enjoying these familiar comforting area of the beach. It was where he and his sister officially stayed and basically claimed. Gladly chasing out any intruder of their prefer ed land. The scents and markings of the siblings was a shock of obvious around here. Yet some still lingered. Ignoring any fact, respecting only the large packs among the island. Fools. These two siblings had plans of their own and nothing would stand in they're way. They we're young, slightly immature but filled with passion for chaos and pain. They could be great allies, but not the most loyal pair among the world. Nemesis stood among the beaches curve. Her silhouette of her feminine body was clear to him. Her exotic deathly smell lingered within the area as his smirk grew a little bit more. Seeing her did the simple things of chasing off his nightmares and any darkness that may be lingering in his own mind. He was dependent on her existence. She was his everything, they we're practically one wolf together. Eyes became a haze as he happily dragged his feet to his sister. Even the simplest of meetings sent shivers within his lower abdomen. Yet a scent ripped at his mind, it was another male... A twitch emerged from his annoyance. White gleaming from the moons reflection as he snarled silently to himself. From the left, beyond a sand dune stood a well built male. Graverobber lowered to the ground, wishing nothing more than to kill this male then have his sister all to himself. "Hello there" said the male clearly toward Nemesis, whom seemed aware of what was happening but going with it. He smirked, but continued to the left. Hearing that voice triggered his muscles as he darted toward the top of the dune. Within seconds, a lept over it and landed only inches away from the males face. Pulling back his head, he gladly studied the male. A look of disgust in his face and anger pouring from his eyes. "Oh Hello, buddy. Who do you think you are?" Red eyes glowed within the darkness behind the beaches lovely palm tree's and sand dunes. A crazed look possessed Graverobber as his deep enchanting voice muttered words of insanity to the stranger.

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She could smell his presence, she knew he was near. And that brought a greedy smirk to the females lips, as she turned her body, looking into the shadows. However, she did not see Graverobber. Not now, anyway. Instead, a male approached. 'Hello there.' That was when he came. Oh, her hero. Nemesis cackled as Graverobber jumped from the shadows, the darkness accompanying him. Her cackled died as she walked to him, her flawless body seductive as she strided to his side, only inches from the other, the unknown wolf.

Her breath was light, and her voice rolled off her tongue. My, my, Graverobber, not to friendly, are ya? She cooed, her head next to his, and her bright yellow eyes stared into his crimson. Her next words where but a whisper, barely a murmur. Gods, how much I love that. She lightly took his ear into her mouth, her teeth carefully rolling over it.

She knew how to push his buttons, that she did. She suddenly stopped, and turned to the stranger. Who do you think you are stranger? She hissed, her voice cold and bitter. She took a step back, behind her brother, and tried to look as helpless as possible. She looked to Graverobber, and smirked lightly, and then cackled madly. Grave, i'm scared! She snickered coldly, obviously in a very, very good mood. She wanted fun with this stranger, and she would reward her brother for his deeds.


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Malkahl lowered his head slightly, but never took his eyes off the pair. Their scents enveloped his senses. There was a pang of threatening purpose from the male, and from the female, a hint of lust for control. Malkahl immediately got the picture, but it wasn't that simple. It's NEVER that simple. The male wants something. He saw the flare in the male's crimson eyes, also as enticing as his own, but with the pierce of dangerous fury.
Malkahl snickered, "You never told me you were a puppet master." he said as his eyes stayed dead center into the male's eyes.
Malkahl knew what he was getting himself into; A male for his mate, and their scents are similar...ironclad...the smell of a bath of blood.
This didnt intimidate him. Nothing really did once the purpose was clear to Malkahl. Nothing was surprising anymore in his days.
As the moonlight enveloped the two wolves, Malkahl noticed what he walked into. It seems...that I'm in no position to run, nor fight. This one wants my head, this one...wants fun. If I cannot fight, and I cannot flee...then...
"My name is of no importance to you, in fact, you should probably worry more about the one hiding behind you, she's preparing to sell you short, lest my teeth sink into your neck." Malkahl stated, now looking deeper into the male's eyes. His eyes then shifted to the female.
"I suggest, that you find a better pawn, my dear. This one simply wont due, soon it will wear off, what you feel. Then, what is it will you do? It wont be the same" Malkahl smirked and prepared himself for the actions that could follow this venture. He knew this act before; one would pretend, while the other was drawn to protect, bringing a sense of security and outright dominance in the one who ISNT cowering. Take out the bottom brick, and the rest shall follow
Malkahl hoped, for his sake, that their wall would fall, and quickly

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/thantos-middle.png] The moon was high in the sky. Around them was silence, anticipation to what would come next. The small and helpless mammals watched from the shadows with interest and curiosity. These two were eager to give a show, whether it was they're strange games or they're sexual attitude toward each other. Yes, the moon Fenris smiled with disgust toward its creations. "My, my, Graverobber, not to friendly, are ya?" He felt her coming behind him. Her body rubbing gently against his. Like a shock of relief and ecstasy with her touch. He smiled drunkenly for a moment, but kept exposure to glare at the stranger. Simply smirking devilishly in response to her. "Gods, how much I love that." He felt teeth against his ear. So soothing and comforting, as his eyes felt heavy as he wished to no longer be in the presence of the stranger. "You never told me you were a puppet master." The male spoke aloud into the night. The two males we're practically having a stare off. Glowing night eyes, as if a contest. Glimmering moon light reflecting off both of their pupils. Graverobber was on autopilot as his eyes kept still, showing no emotion and eyes slightly twitching with insanity. Gut itching for his sisters touch. His response was a spat out laugh. As Nemesis questioned his identity also. Grave, i'm scared! The sounds of light paws scattering back caused a itch within his large bat like ear. Nemesis had a sickening tone to her voice with her words. He laughed, closing his eyes in the moment. Mentally shaking his head, he knew her games. Playing innocent and scared to screw with the other. Grave wasn't a wolf of many words, he flicked his tail playfully at Nem instead to understand. "My name is of no importance to you, in fact, you should probably worry more about the one hiding behind you, she's preparing to sell you short, lest my teeth sink into your neck." He motioned toward his sister. Selling him short eh? The male shifted gaze, ripping from Graves like skin. He frowned, they both hated not hearing what they wanted. "I suggest, that you find a better pawn, my dear. This one simply wont due, soon it will wear off, what you feel. Then, what is it will you do? It wont be the same" He was trying to manipulate them for sure. They we're young and growing, sure, but they we're so stubborn and hard headed, you wouldn't believe. Eyes squinted back at the male. Giving a warning that he dismissed the eye detachment along with eyeing his sister. Clearing his throat, he shifted his body in front of the male once more. "Haha, you're very interesting Pige." His words we're strict and cold. Calling him pige, a name Graverobber figured a nameless fool should be called, if nothing else. "But, you're wrong... Do you not realize, we are the Thanatos Siblings? New to the island, yes, either way we are the pawn of chaos and blood itself. Don't try prying your dirty untrue words into the minds of golden youth. Our feelings are past mortality, and its something a simple minded fool as yourself could never understand. Right, Pige?" He leaned forward, a classic ass move of him formed. In his last breath saying Pige, he snapped his jaw forward. Teeth a white blur in front of the other male. He was taunting but wished nothing more to get his point through. To be the last voice in the argument. Leaning forward as he kept a dangerous closeness between him and the other. A teasing smile over his maw. His simply winked. ooc; lol sorry for the horrid posting, just trying to get it out quickly for you two <3 otherwise, i love graverobber XD

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Nemesis could only snort at the male! A disgusted sound, as she bared her teeth harshly. We've never met fool, how can I have told you!? She demanded, strength a great ally as her voice ripped through the silence. Her ears flattened for a second, before she shook her body, rolling her shoulders and letting her anger fall from herself. Blinking a few times, she wanted to let Graverobber have his fun for once. She always seemed the controller, but he was no puppet. But let him have his fun, let him rip apart this male for their sake.

As Graverobber's tail flickered playfully against Nemesis's almost purple pelt, she couldn't help but smile. A smile she knew would say something of their intentions, but now his words wouldn't mean anything. As she blocked the very sound of the stranger, she only leaned lightly against her brother, a sensation she knew she'd have to give into eventually. As she waited impatiently for something to happen, she watched the two males bicker.

It was Graverobber's voice that sent a wave of ecstatic excitement through Nemesis. Her ears perked forward, and once again her cruel, signature smile was wavered upon her. That Cheshire smile was as dark as evil's shadow.

"But, you're wrong... Do you not realize, we are the Thanatos Siblings? New to the island, yes, either way we are the pawn of chaos and blood itself. Don't try prying your dirty untrue words into the minds of golden youth. Our feelings are past mortality, and its something a simple minded fool as yourself could never understand. Right, Pige?"

Nemesis seemed to purr with pleasure! Her stomach vibrated with pleasure as a strange sound cooed through the night, with dark desires. Temptation was beyond her mind, however she gave into this without a second thought. She cackled loudly, a demonic sound as she stepped forward. Her shoulders now leaned on Graverobber's strong side, and her head went under his neck for a second, showing him how pleased she was with him.

They were the devil's offspring, murderers whom have stolen nothing but lives. Demons, dirty little creatures of the night. Phantoms that frighten even evil! Don't push your luck, or I swear you'll regret it. Nemesis spoke the words with a calm smirk, her head now raised tall. She blinked innocently, and there was a lethelness in herself now.
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His eyes did not flinch. He knew the name well, spread amongst the fallen and survivors. Their blood lust and conquest were unparalleled. Who HAD'NT heard of the Thanatos siblings? Notorious for all of their victories, rumors of endless pain and suffering, Mal knew he had no margin for error in this one. This pair was unseperable, much too strong in their will.
ONE of them has to be fleeting....if I can just get one...then I can keep my neck.
Mal was no stranger to violence himself. After all, he had been the one to get his brother out of many perilous situations. Pathological schemes mind you, but they still worked in the end. Might not work in the end this time.... I'll be lucky if it works at ALL
Malkahl stiffened his gaze at the male, who's eyes shone brightly underneath the moonlight. He saw her, twisting underneath his neck, rewarding him for his resilience. Mal couldnt be fooled. He saw the male's twitch. You WILL break.
"I've never heard of you before in my travels. But it's hard to believe that such a manipulated person like you can be anything. 'Pawn of Chaos'" Malkahl scoffed. "Pawns are only meant to be used and thrown out for the bigger players in the game. You're talkin a mighty big game if you think you're such. But I think your knight underneath you is going to have you fulfill your purpose in this game. Dont expect her to toss you softly either."
Malkahl sensed the male's anger rising, but knew that he'd eventually have to think about it.
"Look. She'll lash out at me again, because she knows I'm right. No matter how tough you think you are, you're not tough enough to turn away from her. It'll be a sad story once you've lived out your usefulness. Who knows, maybe a stronger male will take over." Malkahl was aiming his gaze spitefully at the female.
He turned his gaze back to the male.
"Maybe the next male after me." His voice turned inquisitive and toying. "Maybe even Me. . . Of course I'd have to change things, in order for that to happen. I dont like playing the pawn, when I could be the king."
Malkahl smirked as the glint in the male's eye was transfixed on his own.