Times Like These ~Wolf~

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SCARLETT

The crashing waves filled the small faes ears as she walked through the sand, reveling in its gentle warmth and soft caress as her paws slowly sank into the ground. All was peaceful on the shores, the gulls a distant cry that was far enough to be only a pleasant background noise, not an annoying screech in her ears. Scarlett's head hung low, soaking up the warmth radiating from the sand as she walked. The beach seemed to stretch on for miles, and she was too contented to worry about how far she was going. There was no home for her, no place for her to return to, so she could walk as far as she wanted. And right now, she did not feel like stopping.

The swelling and receding water drew her eyes, though she was a good distance from the water line. Scarlett didn't want her paws wet and salty with water, which would soon pick up sand. The mess was hard to clean up, and often became uncomfortable, with sand stuck between her toes. The salty tang of the sea caressed her nose, not unbearable, merely a pleasant reminder of where she was. The breeze ruffled her short fur, and she gave a small sigh. This was a beautiful place. Scarlett had no idea why she had never ventured here before. She glanced up at the sky, cloudless and pink with the rising of the sun. This would be a beautiful day, one that would probably involve her walking down the beach until she could walk no further. The idea of sinking into the sand, resting her legs, taking in the suns gentle rays, made her begin to pant. This day would be fabulous.

The fae kept walking, her thoughts swirling about the carefree day that lay before her. In the back of her mind, she began to worry. Would she have one of her episodes today? This carefree day suddenly didn't seem so inviting. When there was nothing to do, she often got a little stir crazy. She hoped, with all of her being, that she could just have a normal day. "But when do I ever get what I wish for?" she mumbled to herself softly, giving another sigh, this time in exasperation. "The Fate's have never looked upon me kindly."

[Wolf]

CÚTHAIL

I see reflections of me in your eyes
Talk to me, show me some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
Obsessed by you, your looks
Well, anyway, "I would any day die for you"

The gentle rush and relax of the writhing water across the soft white sand reached equally gentle and soft black ears. The rising sun cast a golden red glow across crystalline waves, casting an ethereal glow on the transparent sand and rust-red and mud-brown splotched legs, roughly angled body and triangular head held high and proud for the world. The light chased residing darkness, causing the stars and moon to flee, though their light remained in the kinful eyes of liquid moonbeams. silvery gray as the stars themselves. A black and white dashed back spoke of the wrathful waves that crashed and fought a few miles from the restful coast, and the thin compact body slid almost effortlessly over the thick, shifting sand.

With the day to kill, for no one expected him, now or ever, Cúthail found himself wandering the beach. Thoughts of Elektra filled his mind, reminding him of that beautiful femme wolfess he had met. The Queen! So gorgeous, so sweet, so enchanting. He really mustn't follow his promise to go back, it could never end well. Yet he had to. He had to see that tri-colored coat, those frosty gold eyes with odd blue chips and flecks. To go back would kill him, but to run... He would be worse than dead, no matter that Stolz could never know, that Lekky would never truly be his.

So I open my eyes,
And let myself believe-
Tentative tendrils of trust and hope
Creeping out to encompass this new,
This new thing, this new need;
And so I open my heart.

His deep base voice rose and fell over the sandy dunes of the sea's shore, carefree in his solitude. How long since he had song, how right he should do it now, here, with this song he had written for her..

So I see them, fluttering eyes,
And let myself fear-
Betrayal, loss, theft.
These terrors rise, dark and black,
Ready to engulf.
So I see them, fluttering heart.

Down the beachside he trudged, making no rush or hurry in the face of an unneeded day. Cúthail was simply unneeded, un-called to duty or promises or pleasures. Elektra was busy with some Royalty's duty, and he was expected to stand back, hidden until beckoned. And well he would, for without her there was no joy.

Open eyes, open heart-
Fears never before feared,
Hopes never before hoped.
Fluttering eyes, fluttering heart-
Dreams never before dreamed,
Sighs never before sighed.
All for you.

So he finished his song, gaze set on the horizons at the dolphins at play beneath the cherry pink clouds, sky ablaze with the fire of his passion and heat.

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SCARLETT

Scarlett had found herself truly relaxing, for the first time in months. So, if she had a mental attack, at least she would be safe, alone, at the beach. She could ride it out, close to the waves, and return to normal before she came into contact with anyone. There was nothing wrong with that. The madness would claim her eventually, and it doing so while alone was better than when she was surrounded by the enemy.

With a lazy smile, she glanced about her instinctively. Something.. didn't feel right. She snapped out of her haze, looking about her a little more intently, her eyes squinting against the bright sand. She didn't feel like she was being followed or watched, but she definently wasn't alone any longer. As the sun brightened the coming day, she stopped, turning about her, looking for signs of movement.

He had been behind her. He was obviously not paying attention, staring at the sea instead of in front of him. Her eyes narrowed, watching his lips move, as if he was speaking.. or singing. What a fool. He was alone, singing to himself, and not even watching himself! A guilty feeling crept into her stomach before she realized what she had really thought. You have no right to talk. You did pretty much the same thing. Sighing mentally, she shook herself. If he had been watching, he would have seen her dark pelt amongst the bright sand. And if she were paying attention, she would have noticed the scent of him in the breeze, and heard his footsteps and his song, which was becoming louder as he continued to walk.

As his song ended, his gaze didn't waver from the ocean, and she looked the same way, taken aback by what she saw. The sky was ablaze in pinks and oranges, and dolphins were jumping about in the water, forming waves of their own that slowly made their way to shore to crash against the sand. It was ethereal in it's beauty, and it stunned her into mental silence. Taking no more note of the male, she watched the sunrise with a grim set to her mouth, her eyes widened in amazement. So pretty.. She wanted to jump into the sky and play in the rich pastel colors, untroubled by anything or anyone. Her mind wandered as her sanity slipped through her paws, returning every few moments but unable to penetrate the madness. It lingered, though, just in case it was needed.

[Wolf]

CÚTHAIL

I see reflections of me in your eyes
Talk to me, show me some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
Obsessed by you, your looks
Well, anyway, "I would any day die for you"

A trickling sense of unfairness began to fill the Freior. Why couldn't he have the mate of his choice for himself? Why did she have to be Queen, and already mated? Why should he have to keep their relationship secret from the world? He wanted a mate he could openly claim, openly brag about and show off so all would know his love! Mostly, though, he wanted a mate who would never have to leave his side and go pretend to be some other wolf's mate. How the Fates' had laughed the day they sent him to meet Elektra; poor, beautiful Elektra- the only female who had ever been kind to him, already mated to one she did not love.

He kind of wished this moment in the sunrise would last forever, his thoughts of his love untainted by jealousy or hurt, in the beauty of all the colors. Yet the sun waits for none, and usually rushes through the most beautiful times, seeming to hang around endlessly only on the hot days in which one finds themselves crossing desert or steamy jungle. And so, as the colors faded to an almost white blue, and the waves turned transparent turquoise with the new day, Cúthail stood to continue his trek. Until he saw her.

His first thought was fear. How was it, that these days the Fates were to constantly pit him against his fear of females? Were they trying to get him over that, as so far the two he'd met were gentle souls, and possibilities of love, though Elektra far outweighed the mute Merona. Or, were they trying to get him comfortable, so they could once again place him where a female would be the cause of his death? At the thought, as was his wont, he reflexively swallowed past the net of scars across his near-tattered throat.

His second thought was that she was quite pretty. A small red wolf, much smaller and younger than the powerful Elektra, though just barely smaller than him. A few inches less, at most. Where Lekk had been a beautiful, rich array of many colors, this female was a much simpler, yet equally brilliant pattern of rich reds and dusty browns. The eye he could see, as she was looking to the horizon as he had to see the sunrise and dolphins at play, was an endearing shade of chocolate brown. Yes, she was quite pretty. But he mustn't tempt the Fates.

Epurna, please do not this day find reason to harm me, emotionally or physically. I fear I cannot stand anymore. He whispered softly, then realized the female already knew of his presence, likely, for she had heard his song, he was sure of it. Blood rushed to his cheeks, barely hidden by the light dusty cream fur of his cheeks. Uncertainty at her reaction, completely ignoring him, filled him. Should he approach, or flee?

Fight or flight took over, and he quickly turned to retrace his steps backwards along the beach, away from her. He did not blind himself to her presence however, as his dark ears stayed at half mast, listening for the telling crunch of paws on sand. Even the stealthiest hunters and slave-takers weren't immune to the soft shifting crunch the beach created.

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SCARLETT

Madness surged in the small fae, and as her insantiy fought to gain control, she vaguely noticed as the male saw her. He had stopped, turned, and was quickly walking away. Sadness surged through her mind, engulfing her, and without another thought she was off, after the male that had callously left her standing by herself in the sand. She warred with herself, madness against mind, and madness had the upper hand. Her paws were unwavering as they beat the sand, making her way quickly. As she got within hearing distance of the male, she called out in a voice tainted with the darkness of her soul. "Wait! Don't leave! There is not harm to be held her, so do not fret, my traveler." Her words came out misty and strange, and insanity was momently confused, allowing her mind to take back over. Scar sighed in relief. That would not entrap her again today.

Mental battle over, she realized she was still following the male, and she had to force her legs to slow and stop the course that madness had paved for them. Recovering from these attacks were never easy, and she often lost her motor control. As she stopped, her back legs gave out, plopping her butt on the sand in a shower of little grainules. Her multicolored eyes focused on the retreating male, insanity's sadness still coursing through her. Why didn't he stop? Why wouldn't he come back, and talk to her? She shook herself. He could be dangerous, and you are in no position to defend yourself. She chastised her, Scarletts other side practically wiggling with the desire to talk to this male. She pressed her ears into her skull in frustration, letting a huff to escape her maw.

[Wolf]

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[atrb=background,http://i743.photobucket.com/albums/xx76/Dakota_edits/Cuthailbacckk.jpg] At the female's words, Cúthail froze. They were too familiar.. The last time they had been spoken, it had been by Elektra. Wait... Don't leave... The words echo a million times through his foggy mind, shock flooding his veins as he froze and twisted his head to look at her. Yet the tone was all wrong. They weren't the frantic, confused, longing tune of Lekk, but something quite strange to him. Mysterious and feminine, they beckoned, and so he turned cautiously, on the alert. As this strange female sat down, Cúthail followed suit, staying where he was about twenty feet away. Where there is chatter and company, there is always harm to be had.

[/b] He stated in his clear, yet equally clearly shy voice, eyes dancing everywhere but towards hers. He let his silvery gaze stare out to sea, where the dolphins had disappeared, to be replaced by endless sea and mist that faded and twisted into endless sky and a soft haze that the sun hadn't quite burned away yet.

But if you insist on having it anyhow, I will stay.[/b] Cúthail's gaze darted very briefly to her face, to check her reaction, and instantly froze, gaze locked on hers in surprise. Where he had expected the warm chocolate brown he had seen from a distance, he now saw one as such, and one of startling evergreen. Entransed, his shyness totally forgotten, he stared. You have gorgeous eyes... The words were stated softly, but much louder than he would have liked. In fact, he would have liked to have stayed silent, but too late now. With the distance between them and the softness of the spoken, hopefully she wouldn't catch that last bit.

Shaking his head as if resurfacing from a dream, the multi-toned brute lowered his head ruefully and blinked a few times to clear his mind. My name is Cúthail, by the way.[/b]

Voice Mind Story

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SCARLETT

Scarlett felt oddly relieved as the male stopped walking, turned, and sat, facing her. She mentally shook herself, irritated by how easily she had let madness take over her. How stupid that had been. As he responded to her words, she couldn't help but smile, a small chuckle escaping her maw. "That is true. But one will never know unless they ignore the shadow of harm." She paused there, unsure of herself. That didn't make sense at all. Nothing she was saying right now made sense. The best bet would be for her to shut up until she knew what she was going to say, and could comprehend it herself.

He spoke again, and she simply nodded in response. Nodding was always safe. You can't seem crazy while nodding. Realizing she had nodded too long, she stilled her head, strangling herself in her mind. Could you act any weirder? As he spoke once more, her thoughts were trained on him. Her eyes widened in shock at the uttered words. True, he had said them softly, but she had caught them in the breeze, and her head cocked in curiosity. Most wolves found them to be strange, a freak of nature. Her cheeks flooded with color, and she glanced away for a moment. "Eyes are simply facets to the soul." Scarlett found herself speaking without meaning to, and tried to will herself to shut up. "I like to think of my soul as unique, but what do I know? Nothing." Her teeth ground together and she turned to look at him again.

He uttered his name, seeming to shake his head at his comment. Oh, if only she showed her reaction to her own words. Scarlett sounded insane, and she knew it. She vaguely hoped that he wouldn't notice, or care, and then watched him closely. "Greetings, Cúthail. I am known as Scarlett, though I know no one."

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[atrb=background,http://i743.photobucket.com/albums/xx76/Dakota_edits/Cuthailbacckk.jpg] As the fae spoke, Cúthail found himself being drawn in. Almost literally. He surprised himself when he found his rusty red paws padding through the sand, and his lean form sitting down beside her. His ears pinned back and his face flushed red when he realized she had indeed caught his comment, and he looked on curiously as she seemed to anger at herself for speaking. Her words all reminded him of himself, lonely and wanting a friend out in the open, bare world. Hello Scarlett, Cúthail said softly, eyes watching her carefully. She was so pretty, but obviously a bit odd in the head. A quiet snort echoed through his mind, and he almost grinned at himself. Those were always the best types, the most interesting to talk to. Nice to meet you, I think. We shall see, I suppose. A smile split across his lips, and his silver eyes gleamed with a sudden playful friendliness. The last few times he'd run into anybody, he'd been filled with fear, love, lust. This time, he had been singing, and now he was having quite the conversation with this little oddball. Maybe things would look up? He almost didn't care, so desperate was he for a normal conversation, filled with friendliness and teasing, not anger or hatred or hurt or lostness. Voice Mind Story OOC- It's too short, and I know it >.< My apologies, but am dead at moment... Next will be better!

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SCARLETT

A curious but friendly smile lit up Scarlett's face as the male made his way back to her, her grin only broadening when he came to sit beside her. What a lovely pelt.. and pretty eyes.. He seemed to become shy or embarrassed, and a vague fear gave her the sense that he could possibly hear her thoughts. "Ridiculous folly..." She mumbled under her breath before she could stop herself, eyes widening as she glanced at him. A sheepish grin seemed to take over her maw, a seemingly nervous chuckle coughing its way up as well.

Whether or not he noticed her slip, the male seemed amused by something, a curious glint to his eyes. Scar kept her mouth shut, however. There was no need to make a bigger fool of herself, or embarrass him any further. He greeted her softly, continuing into a sentence that the fae found funny for one reason or another. Her bell-like laughter flew through the wind, an amused and excited glimmer flashing through her multi-colored orbs. "Yes, yes, we shall see. Not all things that come out of conversations are good, are they? I should know." The fae shook her head slightly, confusion wracking her mind. Why did I say that?

The emotions playing across the brutes face stilled her emotions as her brows shot up. He seemed playful, happy, and his smile spoke of past conversations fading into the wind. A sudden, blinding curiosity for this male seized her, wonder filling her expression and her mind. "Something tells me you have an interesting story to tell, my dear Cúthail. Care to share your woes to a wandering gypsy? I shan't tell a soul." A smirk broadened her face at the end of her sentence. No, she wouldn't tell. Who was there to tell, and who would care?

[Wolf]

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[atrb=background,http://i743.photobucket.com/albums/xx76/Dakota_edits/Cuthailbacckk.jpg] Cúthail's smile continued to grow as the playfulness between the pair became more and more obvious and yet oblivious. naive joy, for no reason at all. At her words he paused, ears tilted slightly, thinking of his second-to-last conversation with a female. That conversation had definitely led to no good. And his last conversation... Well, falling into a forbidden affair with the Queen could be good or bad, he hadn't decided which outweighed the other yet! No, they don't always end well, though other times you can't be all that sure... Something tells me you have an interesting story to tell, my dear Cúthail. Care to share your woes to a wandering gypsy? I shan't tell a soul. His pupils widened even as his mind factored that she probably had no one to tell. What would it hurt? But why should he tell? With a small, teasing snort he glanced her over. Is this a sort of I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours? Because I refuse to utter a word unless I get your story back. A slow grin once more took over his maw, though he was mildly reluctant to share his story. Standing, he walked to the water's edge at a leisurely pace, so she would know he wasn't leaving and she was welcome to follow. His red and tan tipped toes touched the very tip of a lapping wave, salt and sea and forest and land filling his nostrils. The sky was a pure, hazy blue and the sea was a true, lusty green. The sand was white, the birds were gray, and at his side; a beautiful gypsy fae. Should he tell her? Could he tell her, honestly and without hiding anything? Even his folly with the wondrous Elektra? Voice Mind Story OOC- Spring break is upon us, and hopefully with more timely responses!

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