Elysian watched the sky with blank eyes as clouds floated overhead. His breath was steady as the roar of water crashed behind him in such a way it seemed to cloud his senses, blocking everything out around him. "One promise...one life changing event." He whispered to himself even though he couldn't hear himself. Birds flew past him and he watched each one go by for the first time. He had never seen a bird before until now, actually he had never seen much of anything before until now. Since he was free from his fathers claws he was free to do whatever. It felt good to relax and simply look at things over than blood. Muscles rippled from under his thick coat as the marine stepped down from a boulder and onto the ground. His fur ruffling by the power of the water around him. He took a deep breath and let the scars that littered his body felt into his mind, he was a soldier on the outside, yes. That was what he was. He was no linger a test subject for his father but a warrior, a loner. He commanded himself and no one had control over him. He blinked and walked away from the waterfall so he could hear himself think for once.

Her breath is smooth, the gentle rise and fall of the breast of a princess. Her mind is at ease with the world, cautious of her surroundings. Tranquility is something not easily attained, and for the woman, it seems to froth at the seams. Teal eyes dance over the world with scrutiny, yes, the tranquility rides in this moment, however, her heart knows the truth. Her head bleeds with the realism in everything. Life is no perfect fairy tale, even for she who so wishes it.

Inky kissers relax upon her visage, her nostrils flail with each breath drawn outwards, constricting as air is pulled inwards. Perhaps the oceanic view is too much? Perhaps the false promises in it's blue depths are far too much. Her mind reaches to grasp it all, lies on the verge, and yet it fails. Salmon tongue caressing her elegant features a sigh escapes her lips as the dark clouds fill the arena. Once vibrant topography reflects the dinginess of the sky, and her essence is ruined. Her peace having fled from her. She is alone in the world yet again, left to the hands of the darkness. A ticking clock ready to explode.


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((She looks JUST luke Darsha :O))

"Im just a breath away." He whispered to himself as he looked back at the waterfall. He let his bi colored eyes rest on the path before him as his fathers voice rang through his ears. The voices Darsha always seemed to hear. 'Your a worthless waste of life!' The voice snarled in his head, making Darsha flinch with fear as he padded a little faster. The voice snarled again. "You see my son, no one will ever love you, they will all only hate your for being different, okay? I am the only one who will ever care about you.' The voices said as he walked on. Darsha bared his teeth and sealed his eyes shut as his ears flattened against his head as an attempt to block out his fathers voice. He felt his heart beating fast and his anger rising as tears leaked from his eyes. Sometimes he just felt so weak, it was no secret Darsha was emotionally weak. The marine walked for a little longer before he caught the scent of another wolf. He opened his eyes one moment to late before he walked in to a wolf who looked to be a mirror image of himself. He touched noses with the stranger by accident and recoiled, backing away looking at her surprised. His eyes filled his anger and his expression was full of hurt, he blinked and walked to the right, looking away from the girl. He was still unsure how to react to others and he was kind of socially awkward, at least he thought he was. Darsha realized he was still crying as he walked away from the girl, he wiped them away with his arm as he cursed himself blankly.

Her silence is interrupted by a fool, his wet nose brushing along her own onyx nares. Steely teals eyes erupt with life and the babe's teeth appear, her intentions to attempt snapping into his muzzle clear. None held the right to touch her. She was a singular object, and she was without desire to be near any other. Back legs would bring the woman to a stand, her heart rupturing with the beginnings of adrenaline as it coursed through her veins.

She pressed her legs back into the earth, staggering them, uncaring as to if he moves, or if he stays. She wants no part in his presence, for he has violated her. Features begin to relax as the woman sees the tears in his face, his guilt edging over himself through tears. Pathetic. She is a warrior, opposed to such things, she is strong magnificent. He moves again and a growl pools in the harpy's chest. As he moves past her, Rivera relaxes, the cool fleet of his essence leaving her, and she speaks no words to him. He deserves this. He deserves to be alone.

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Darsha walked away without a word as the female growled from behind him. Honestly she could say whatever she want as long as she did nothing to anger him like most did. The marine walked a few yards away before he caught another scent of a male wolf. Darsha paused and rolled his eyes as a white male appeared from the shadows before him snarling at Darsha. The marine had no clue what his deal was and Darsha turned his head to check if anyone was behind him, only that female who still seemed to be doing her own thing. Darsha turned back and looked at the male and tried to move to the side but the male mirrored his movements and blocked him off. Darsha looked the wolf in the eye and he felt his eye twitch. ".....move." Darsha asked as the wolf moved forward. Darsha backed away and stared at him. The wolf snapped. "Who do you think you are coming into MY territory!!?" The wolf snarled as he progressed forward. Darsha blinked and answered blankly. "Because i can. And i will." Darsha replied as he moved to the side again. The wold growled and lashed out at Darsha. Sinking his teeth into his back as he wrestled him to the ground. Darsha grunted as he lay there, the white wolf bitting deeper into his flesh. It was pain Darsha as so used to it wasn't even worth noticing. Soon the white wolf stood up, his muzzle bloodied as he walked over to the female. Darsha still lay there, he honestly wasn't sure what just happened, until the voice in his head that was his father snarled at him. "I taught you better than that! Are you going to let that punk take you down like your his bitch?! Rip him apart!!"


Darsha felt anger in his heart at the sound of his fathers voice. His eyes flared with with fury as he worked himself up to his feet and turned his head to see the white wolf approaching the female. Darsha turned tail and followed closely behind as the wolf reached her and begun to snap at her. "You too bitch! Get lost!" He snapped at her. Darsha came up from behind and stood there, staring at him. Suddenly the wolf whipped around and looked wide eyed at Darsha, he snarled again and aimed another attack that was landed on Darsha's shoulder. He sunk his teeth and pulled hard as flesh ripped from his body. Darsha blinked and glanced at his shoulder and back at the wolf. Still snarling Darsha bared his own terth revealing his own long incisors, Darsha then went for a bite to the wolfs neck, the wolf dodged and tried to turn around so instead Darsha got hold of his tail. Summoning all the strength his anger provided he swung the wolf by the tail and slammed him into a boulder, the sound of his bones breaking on impact left Darsha satisfied when the white wolf whimpered and fell to the ground. Darsha walked up to the wolf and looked at him blankly as he cowered. "And all you have to do...was let. Me. Go." Darsha explained as he turned tail and went back to were he had came. Passing through the wolfs territory without an issue this time.

Her eyes danced across his form and the felid rolled her eyes as a white male danced before her eyes. Steely gaze rising in curiosity she waited to see how things would unfold. Turned out, the white male was some arrogant piss-ant that thought he was entitled to an earth that wasn't even his, and then the boy that had touched her seemed to let the pale 'beast' beat the snot out of him. While most would be inclined to help, there was no ties to the similarly colored canine and she hardly offered a shrug of the shoulders.

Gaze turning away the babe rose upon her pads and turned, any blood spilt, change of victor, or anything other than the calls behind her was ignored. She had little interest for the weak child and even less an interest in seeing how his battle turned out.


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