Yesubai was gone, lost in the storm that had blew away their makeshift shelter. But Kishan just couldn't accept the pain that he needed to. He needed to find her, to know she was safe. And he would kill wolves if it meant saving her. He had been walking for days, smelling the air, howling, searching for anything familiar. But, so far, he hadn't found anything, no scent or sign up Yesubai. But it was worth trying just once more before he settled in for the night and set off before the sun began to shine.

Yesubai, mērā pyāra. Yadi āpa, cīḵẖa pāsa haiṁ. Maiṁ āpa kē li'ē dēkha rahā hai. He howled, his voice quiet for such a big brute. He shook his black head, and decided to wait until the sun set and darkness came to go to bed. He curled up, head raised and yellow eyes alert, what was left of his ears pricked up and alert. He muttered another word in his native tongue, his voice soft, so he would not drown out any howls he might hear. Mujhē lagatā hai maiṁ jalda hī usē mila um'mīda hai. With that, he closed his eyes, and fell into a light sleep. He moved, and his stomach growled, waking him up.

A rabbit was nearby, and Kishan slid towards it as quietly as he could. The rabbit was quiet and had let its guard down. He pounced, biting it, even though it struggled. When he killed it, he raised his head and made it slide into his mouth. He could almost imagine Yesubai telling him to stop, could almost hear her voice...

TRANSLATIONS:
1. Yesubai, my love. If you are nearby, howl. I have been looking for you.
2. I hope I find her soon.

Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. Breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night?relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. Touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. The water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. Washing the blood and the bruises ? her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery ? rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist.

With a howl would she arise, fur dampened to the bone, pressed against bones to show the lean figure. Misery out casted the woman all to quickly, treading away from her activity to investigate the annoyance that had so rudely occurred. With a growl would the siren glide into the moons dim light, as it radiates her deceiving beauty. " You. What is that disturbance I hear ringing in my ears, make it stop before I tear out that tounge you behold." There was no mock, nor joke or feminine allure that would seduce the air. No, it was her awakening to shred such an abomination.

It had been a while since Kishan had last howled, so he had drifted into a nice sleep. It was all about Yesubai, and she had pups crowded around her, and said she was glad he had found her. But then it had turned into a nightmare. Yesubai's face had twisted so she looked like a demon, she she spoke in a snarly voice, saying danger was coming. Kishan had woke up and stared around until she heard a soft growl. Kishan's first thought that it was Yesubai, hurt by something that was chasing her. The female walked towards him and said some things he mostly didn't understand, except for a few words. What that I hear my ears, stop before out you behold.

Maiṁ māphī cāhatā hūm̐ . Maiṁ sirpha apanē dōsta kē li'ē dēkha rahā hūm̐ . Kishan barked softly, shocked into a friendly mood. And then he recovered and glared at a female he would think pretty if he didn't have a mate. He lowered his head and growled softly, only to have it grow in volume into snarls as he spoke. Tuma jō cāhō tairākī dānava karatē jā'ō. His anger increased, and he glared at her once more, his snarls becoming louder. Maiṁ āpakō nahīṁ patā hai, aura āpa kē rūpa mēṁ acchī taraha sē apanē parivāra sē dūra raha sakatā hai. The threat in his voice was not fading, and it had grown louder.


TRANSLATIONS:
1. I am sorry. I am just looking for my mate.
2. Go do whatever swimming you want to, demon.
3. I do not know you, and you might as well stay away from my family.

OOC: If you want a fight to be brought up or something, consider that I may not be able to reply as I go on holiday next Saturday:)) so if by any chance it does happen, can we make it small.

With the grotesque being twisting and turning in its dream the fiery woman couldn't help but examine, despising the oxygen that it intakes with a passion. With a growl would Renesme lash out attempting to close the distance, the soft touch of the breath made apparent. " You are nothing but a fool walking upon these lands, if you want to remain in tact you better make your choices wise." Poisoned would the words spit to the floor, examining the larger male.

Opening up the jaws wide would the fangs haunt into the blackness, before snapping down, aiming to keep it inches away from his maw in warning. The growl would increase, rumbling across the ground, waking up all the rodents and prey that may be lurking around. The man would be lucky to make it out unharmed, yet again so would Renesme. The jade hues turn into slits, boring into his gaze, mocking his precense.

Departing from the dominating position would she circle, circle him around with the lust, the hate, the wrath that she would bring. Like a ghost did the snow queen appear untouchable, like a light to the dark sky. The paws would almost become numb to the feel of the jack frosts curse, its feel so excruciating, wrapping its fingers around the flesh, that the only thing Renesme could do was ignore it.

The black brute glared at the beautiful woman with hatred in his yellow eyes as she lashed out. With a small grin, he stepped back easily, but there was not as much as a distance. Ēka mūrkha? Maiṁ niścita rūpa sē apamāna ēka chōṭē bhēṛiyā kē li'ē ēka bēvakūpha nahīṁ hūm̐ . Āpa apamāna ēka baṛī bhēṛiyā kē li'ē mūrkha, aura usa para ēka laṛākū rahē haiṁ.

Kishan did not flinch as the female showed him her jaws in warning, even as they almost hit him. The woman's growls would increase, and Kishan would raise his deep growls without a struggle. Kishan knew he would make it out harmed, but he could put up a fight. When the female narrowed her eyes, Kishan did the same with his and glare at her.

The female began to circle around him, with her hatred for him obvious by her scent and ways. Kishan followed her with his eyes until he could not see her, and then lunged. Although not one to like to hurt a female, he lunged towards her paws but jumped up for her throat at the last moment. Then, without waiting for a move, he raced away.

EXIT KISHAN

Translations:
1. A fool? I am certainly not a fool for insulting a smaller wolf. You are the fool for insulting a large wolf, and a fighter at that.

Attacks:
Aiming to trip her and bite her throat.

Wounds:
None.

Defenses:
None