The salt water clung to her legs like a vice, the sand attempting to suck her down, but it held no strength against the power of Insomnia's legs. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath the dame took, muscles working against the water to careen her body forward. Her nostrils flared and moisture adorned her bodice as she fought against the pull of the ocean. Faster, harder, stronger, she forced her aching muscles to keep going. She did not know how long she had been running, with all of the emotional carnage her own mind had pulled her into she had awoken this morning with a single desire. To run.

Running freed Insomnia. The feel of the earth crunching beneath the pads of her feet, the wind whipping through her fur, her endurance and her speed were her greatest strengths and once she had began she found herself unable to stop. She had flown through the terrain with no destination or purpose just the need to move. The Deciduous forests that surrounded this place had been a blur, a landscape of whirling colors and still she had pushed herself harder.

Forest and dirt had changed to sand and water, the pulling tide only proving to be a more difficult challenge. The sun was dipping low beneath the horizon and only when she had fought through the crashing waves did she finally come to a halt. Her breath was ragged and fast. Rough and jagged. Her muscles cried their protest, quivering and shaking beneath the bulk of her flesh. She folded them beneath her, collapsing down into the sand as she fought to contain her runaway heartbeat. She had let go. She would survive this. She had too.

I WILL INSIST WITH PERFECT SCARS UPON MY WRISTS That everything you once held dear, is taken away from you It was a curious matter, every time the infernal hellion crossed the grey eyed lassie she was sprinting to the fullest of her ability. He didn't particularly fancy running, yes it had a lot to do with the fact he just wasn't built for it, but it really supplied him with nothing. He was the literal walk out and throw down type, and he had no intention of being any different. Perhaps she was the same, though of course, vice versa. The beast would pull himself from the ridge he stood upon as she slowed to a stop and his head would quirk quickly, "ye roon ah loot," He would stare at her for a long moment, his tail falling behind him with wonderment and his eyes staring at her in curiosity. What was it with this woman that he had to see her all the time. Was she the only woman in Alacritis? It was beginning to get a bit too coincidental for the fiery eyed lord. His head would curve to the side, his inquiry clear. What about speed beckoned to her? speech!

The dame grinned, a smile painted across her maw as the massive beast drew closer to her. Perhaps he was following her, or maybe she followed him? The subconscious was a funny thing and they always did seem to run into one another. Were they friends? The two-toned dame knew not. She supposed it did not truly matter, for whatever reason he had stayed with her when she broke down, offering whatever comfort the poor soul knew to offer and that was good enough for her. She still panted, breath coming quick and fast, tail lazily drumming the earth as he drew closer.

" And you, my friend, do not run enough. It soothes the soul, unleashes your emotions, gives you an outlet." She craned her head to stare at the wolf who towered over her. Only now did she realize he possessed the same orange tang in his eyes as her beloved once had and for some reason that speared her, brought back memories and her heart beat quite painfully within the rib cage, but she shook her head, forcing such thoughts away. She needed to let him go. Crying about it any longer would do her no good.

Before she could stop herself, her jaws opened and her larynx vibrated with words she had spoken to Elyas the first time she had met him. "Would you care for a game of tag?"

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There was a lot that the dame before him did that sort of confused him, her methods for coping, for one. While he would prefer to fight everything that came his way, and get a little broken in the process, she chose to run. Did she run from her problems...? Was her urge to run symbolic of what she did when it came to conflict? He certainly hoped not. Ifrit himself was a man that rarely used words, but fact of the matter was he did his best to not just leave things standing in the open. He silenced his foes and he refused to let anyone turn their back to him.

"I duh nute knew whoot theese tahg eese," He said and his head would turn to the side in wonderment. What exactly as she trying to get him to do here? Surely she did not expect him to run? As large as he was, he was quite aware of the fact he was not going to be able to surpass the woman's own speed. Perhaps if that was what she wanted then they could translate her game of tag to something like fighting, there really was not much he understood with the woman...how could he understand her, even just speaking to her lost him...let alone trying to actually follow her.





Speech!

How long had it been since she had last played? Since she had last tried to truly bond with a companion? To let someone in, a friend, a companion, an ally... anybody? She had been so cold, so hard, for so long. It wasn't her, it wasn't the way she wanted to be, but she had been a coward and she had chosen to hide instead of facing the obvious truth. Ciroc was lost to her. her mate was gone. There would be no reclaiming him and she could not grieve forever.

She cocked her head to the side, observing the massive male for the first time, really seeing him and not just another face in the crowd, she took his colorings, his coat to memory, the strength of the muscles that rippled and set beneath tough, scarred flesh, and finally she reached his piercing, hollow orange eyes that carried nothing. No emotion, no joy, no laughter, no love, no sadness, no rage... well that needed to change didn't it?

She dragged her legs beneath her, pushing her bodice up and off the ground and trotted forward a gentle smile upon her maw, she invaded his personal space, she had done so before, why not do so again? She reached her friend and reared up on her hind legs, looping her arms around his neck and pressing the tip of her nose to his own. "Its easy..." She drawled playfully. "I chase you, touch you, the roles are reversed, you chase me, touch me and the roles are reversed... understand?"

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He would stand there waiting for her to explain exactly what would happen in their little game of tag, and then he would cautiously torque his head as the dame moved towards him with some kind of...dark intent. Oh gracious she was touching him. There were paws grasped around his neck and a petite female wrapping herself around his neck. Ears were pinned tightly against his head as her face, particularly the bridge of her nose, pressed towards his own. Eyes directly staring into her grey ones he watched with insane focus. Was she trying to kill him? What the bloody hell was this?

Though, in her odd charade he understood what she wanted to play. A game of hunting. He would capture her, and then she would attempt to capture him. Very well. He understood his objective. Trap the little female. Nodding to her and slowly pulling out of her reach he staggered his legs out and his bestial form staggered his legs and something much more violent and carnal seemed to grow in his gaze. His orders were clear. Capture. Attack. Ravage Letting his gaze glide over her he would give her a long moment to begin running, and then, he would follow very closely behind her. Game plan was ready.


Speech!

Dark eyes, gleaming like beacons, onyx and dark held his own, even stretching out on her hind limbs, it took almost all of her body to match his impressive height, but she was feeling freed this morning, like nothing and no one could bring her down. She had not felt so light in a long time, and he just happened to be the poor bastard who had stumbled upon her this day. He would have to endure her bout of playfulness. Poor sod. She almost felt bad for the male, he struggled so much with anything that wasn't "plunder, pillage and death." She had a split second to ponder if this was the best of ideas, but alas, sometimes... she just needed a play mate.

His ears pinned back against his cranium and his eyes took of a bewildered look of shock. For a moment, she thought him to be broken. A deer caught in the proverbial headlights, but then he slid away from her and she slumped back to the sand, watching him carefully. Understanding blossomed in his gaze followed by something much more carnal... violent. Well crap... that wasn't good now was it? No... she would not leave him here, she was trying to teach him, trying to show him there were things in life aside from death and a will to conquer, he was her pack mate and her friend and no matter how dark of a look... she trusted him. Taking only a moments more of hesitation, she bolted. her legs, still a touch wobbly from her hard run, ate the ground beneath her, quickly regaining their rhythm, a smile grew across her maw despite herself and laughter chased from her larynx, it really had been too long since she had played with anyone... she just hoped this wouldn't end in disaster.

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He would charge after her shortly after the thin woman too off. He would capture her, this was his specialty and he refused to fail. Teeth sought out her tail making attempt to near her and grab it every time he got close. Fiery eyes followed her skull, long limbs stretching out. Where she had speed, he had a longer stride, so the odds became close to each other. Tongue lolled from his mouth as he raged in hot pursuit. Head lowered over his chest to decrease wind resistance and allow him to power through the air with more fervor. Pads kissed the Earth would something mildly rhythmic and he pushed as hard as he could for her.

Speech!

Insomnia let the euphoria of flight take over her as her pads carried her across the unstable terrain. A blur of white and black her legs became a fury beneath her bodice, pounding the ground like a well oiled machine, tail careening this way and that as she set into a ferocious gallop. Her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, flying behind her in the breeze, her plum lay behind her, swishing through the air with seemingly no care or remorse as she constantly zigzagged and chained direction. A quick glance behind her would show Ifrit keeping pace with her, impressive, not many could. Finally she decided to end this short game of chase and slowed her gait almost imperceptibly, but just enough for him to gain those last few feet, she braced herself for the impact, awaiting the hit.

(((OOC: Sooo since I wanted to let you have creative freedom on how he's gonna barrel into her xD Feel free to power play her here <3)))

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