The sun was setting, casting shadows over the ground, but the remaining soft rays toyed with her coat, giving her a glowing appearance. She traversed the muddy ground, her limbs sticky with a combination of blood and muck. The crimson liquid of a fallen doe matted her throat and chest, while each step she took flung muck onto her belly. A stranger might find her to be an udder mess, a woman falling apart under the pressures of the world. But she was, in fact, the exact opposite. The newly reinstated Queen prowled the lands she called her own. Healthy as ever, she was more than ready to once again conquer the world. Tongue lolled lazy between parted bloodied jaws, her hot breathe adding the humidity of this dreadful place. While she loved the heavy mist that clung to her pelt and swirled at her ankles, as she was not a fan of the wet muck that clung to her with every step and squished between her paws. Silver audits would swivel in various directions, listening to the various sounds of birds chirping and other wildlife. Over the scent of the wetness and muck, she picked up a hint of someone familiar. Hackles would bristle as her crown lifted high above her shoulders, eyes darting to and fro in search of him. Lips would grin into a twisted grin that looked more like a snarl than anything. A low, throaty growl vibrated in her throat as she waited for her lover to appear from the mist. "How nice of you to join me." Sarcastic words were low, filled with anger and lust. He had not touched her since their gruesome moments back on the island. He had rarely shown his face and she was tired of it. Irritation flared in her chest and coursed through her veins. Eyes would narrow as her tail curled around her hips. She would continue to scan the mist in search of his familiar verdant gaze, ears swiveling in an attempt to determine which direction he was coming from. The last thing she wanted was for him to sneak up on her... HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

"I want nothing more then to burn this place to the ground?" His words were harsh, almost spat out as he stalked forward. Head was carried parallel to his spine as long legs pulled him towards his wife. Tendrils of fog reached up towards him, twisting and twining up his legs until he came to stand near her. He didn't look at her at first, instead looked at this place with all it's herbs and all it's happy memories. God damn it. He shook his head and growled, trying to make those angry thoughts leave. Fuck he was a bad husband. "I'm not here to fight Cat? I'm actually here to apologize?" His voice was a low, gruff rumble as he hung his head and looked away from her as if this was the hardest thing for him to do. Fuck apologizing, it sucked. Especially since Cat wash;t the type to accept them. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

His words would have her lips curling back. Harsh words spilled from his lips as he talked to her side. Rage rolled off him in waves. A growl would vibrate in his throat and her hackles would lift. But his next words would still her. Eyes would narrow to slits. He wished to apologize. Anger would flare, threatening to lash out. He wished to apologize. A guttural growl would leave her larynx as she peered up at him. You came to apologize? Her statement mingled with a question. Apologize for what? Apologize for what, hmm? Words came out in a hiss. Failing as a father? Or as a mate? Her words never rose above a whisper at this point, though each hung was dripping with anger and hurt. Rage threatened to break loose of its cage, threatened to turn her vision red and send her into a blind frenzied. But she needed to hang onto her fraying control for just a little bit longer. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

She was angry, he could sense it just as she could sense his rage and anger. They had been together so long it seemed that they could sense eachothers emotions now, how fucking perfect. She was mad at him and honestly he couldn't blame her. She hissed words at him and slowly his gaze would transfer from the ground to her. He would meet and hold her gaze as she spat be venamous words at him, sending them out as it expecting them to be a physical blow across his face. But he did not flinch, did now move. Instead a slow smile would slither across his features, head tipping and eyes dancing with a strange light. "You make it sound like you missed me!" His words were soft, gentle as could be with his rough voice. Smile was sly because that was not the first comment that he had thought to say. But he knew his first thoughts were rarely good ones, often ones that got him in trouble. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He didn't flinch. He didn't move. Instead he smiled. Lips would once again curl back, a snarl cracking free from her jaws. Sometimes she wondered if he ever really thought about what he said before he actually spoke. She didn't care for his gentle tones and his dazzling smile. Missed you? Venom leaked from every pour on her body. You fucking bastard. How she had not ripped out his throat was beyond her. The edges of her vision turned red and her body trembled with unspoken anger. So many emotions boiled with in her chest. She was angry, she was hurt, she felt betrayed. So many things that she was not used to flooded her. This was why she didn't let others get close to her. This very reason right here. Everyone failed eventually. She was still awaiting his apology. Though how his apology could fix anything was behind her. Ever since they had return, everything had fallen apart. Could things ever possibly be put back together again? Or were they doomed to a life time of hate and resentment? She didn't know. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He would chuckle at her words and shrug. He had been called worse.. By her? So it was hard not to smile and shake his head at her. "I'm like herpes love, once you got me theres no getting rid of me?" he looked smug, full of himself. He knew he was pushing her buttons and honestly he was enjoying it. It brought him back, helped him remember when they didn't hate each other and have so much other stress to worry about. Back before Basanti, before they had really committed to each other and it had all just been fun and games. "Now take your payment from my flesh, and lets call it even? Hmm?" He asked, brow raising as he chuckled evilly and took a few steps back. Head lowered, chin tipping into his chest and shoulders rolling forward to gather loose skin around his neck. Ears pinned, eyes narrowed and lips would curl back to protect his eyes further though his expression was more of a grin then a snarl. Back arched, stomach tucked to gather his core strength, paws splaying and joining loosening. Those would spread, claws digging into the earth as his tail aligned with his spine. His expression was daring, taunting even. He wanted to fight her, if it would make her feel better then he would do it. WORDS HERE

Smug bastard. She could easily get rid of him. If she wanted to. She would say nothing, at least not until he spoke again. He beckoned her forth and into a fight. A wicked smile would curl her lips. "I'll take more than that, baby." With words like velvet should mimic his posture. Eyes remained narrowed, her ears pulled back against her skull as her hackles lifted. Her crown would level with her spine while her chin tucked against her throat. Broad shoulders would roll forward as her neck scrunched defensively. Limbs would spread equidistant and bend at the joint while her toes splayed and claws dug into the ground. Her tail was level with her spine and straight, ready to act as a rudder. She would launch herself at him, jaws gaping with lips curled back. She finally set it free. Her betrayal consumed her to the point of no return. Her mind reeled, unable to focus on anything but him. The world around them quieted and stilled, as though time had stopped. Nothing else mattered. She needed to remember. She needed to remember why she loved him and why he consumed her everyday thoughts. She would launch herself at his left shoulder. She aimed to have her chest collide solidly with the flat on his left shoulder while jaws sought to grasp the flesh of his left sided neck, several inches above his shoulder. Her feelings made her sloppy, uncaring for her own well being. She only wanted to him to feel what she had felt for so long now. Her vision would blur and her throat would tighten. The feeling was so foreign that she could only push forward and try to ignore it. Her left forelimb would leave the safety of the ground, stretching forward in an attempt to snatch his own left forelimb in her grasp. She wanted him to fall, she wanted him to hurt. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Funny how she thought she could get rid of him when in all honesty it was him who had decided to latch himself to her, it was he who had stalked her relentlessly for the first few months of their relationship. He had put the effort into it all, he had burrowed under her skin like a tick and he would be damned if she tried to shake him now. No, he didn?t plan to leave unless he wanted to leave. She would no be rid of him until he was done with her, and he wasn?t even close to being done. Soe when she smiled and accepted his offer he could only smirk, goading her on as she settled into her defenses easily and prepared herself to attack. When she did she moved quickly, striking like a snake but he was ready for her, they had fought far too many times. But for possibly the first time in their relationship he didn?t take this as a game, he didn?t laugh and flee from her or make her chase him. No he was ready for her this time. His heart beat was quickening, pumping adrenaline thickly through his veins as he leaned back slightly to brace himself for impact. Her shoulder hit his heavily, teeth immediately finding their mark on his upper neck though they really only grabbed loose skin and fur. Immediately he would shove himself forward, forcing his neck into her throat in an attempt to make her choke on his fur. Neck would crane and twist, attempting to grab the back of her own neck just above her shoulders. Immediately his right paw would come up, attempting to throw it over her shoulders so he could use his heavier weight to try and pull her towards him. Pull her into him. She wanted to be reminded why she kept him around? He was more then happy to oblige. Should she keep her grip at this angle she would end up with a sore neck or an uncomfortable angle for them both. But still he would attempt to slide his right leg over her back so he could wrap his forelimbs first around her shoulders and then slide to her waist. She wanted him to make her remember? He would make sure she never forgot? -fade to black?- HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He would, for once, stand still and openly embrace her attack. She would collide with his shoulder successfully, a bruise flaring across her chest the moment she connected with him. Her gangs would sink into his flesh, though it was hardly life threatening. His blood would tease her tastebuds, her body begging for more. He would thrust forward, forcing more fur into her waiting jaws. She would choke, gagging on his dense fur, though she refused to let go. Pain would flare across her scruff as his fangs met their intended target. A furious snarl would leave her jaws as her head thrashed back and forth. His leg would land across her shoulders, pulling her closer. Her balance would waiver as she tumbled against him, eyes blazing. The movement would strain her neck, though she only released her grasp after attempting to tear his own flesh that his hug had caused. Releasing her grip on his neck, his legs would slide down to grip her hips. Bastard. The single word fell her lips in a rough whisper. Her neck would crane so that she could peer up at him over her shoulder. His heat would wash over, seeping deep into her bones. His cologne suffocated her, his blood still fresh on her tongue. Her expression was wild, her movements frenzied as she rocked back against him. Her back would dip beneath his weight, though the pressure on her joints borderlines painful, she found pleasure in the stain. Everything would rush back to her. Warmth spread through her veins, a familiar feeling rushing her like a tidal wave. Her heart thundered in a frantic race against her chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt alive. She felt like she was on fire, her skin coming alive under his touch. He had branded himself to her flesh, a constant reminder of where he had been and who he was. With a cry of pleasure she would tumble over the edge with no hope of return. -fade to black- HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE