Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

N/A · 05-14-2013, 06:35 PM

He would bristle, his posture turning offensive and she would lower her own head, shielding her own vitals and slamming back her own ears as she readied herself for the rising bloodbath, her eyes would narrow and a snarl would pull the corners of her mouth into a heavy sneer. Eyes downcast and hate filled she would dare him to approach her, dare him to draw closer. She would rip him to pieces, she hated him for impersonating her Cree! She hated him and-

She allowed her fury to cool, is only for a moment as she saw the recognition flicker in the depths of his gaze... it wasn't possible, it wasn't possible, she had spent a year and a half convincing herself that he was dead, rotting somewhere nothing but scattered, gnawed bones within the earth. he was dead, he had left her, from the wounds there is no fucking way he could have survived and yet... his phantom stood before her now, albeit angrier and more hostile, but those markings... no other wolf could have them. The snarl died in her throat, her eyes blowing impossibly wide, she took a step back and then another, legs threatening to bow beneath her.

"Amaranth! Amaranth is my name! I grew up in a tiny pack, to a litter of three, Creedance, Cree was my best friend we grew up together because his litter mates were still borns." Her voice continued to rise in intensity, her emotions quickly returning to her. "But he died! I watched him! Mercenaries ripped him apart and tore me from his body! They raped me, they beat me, they tormented me and they killed my Cree!" She was suddenly before him once more, angry tears spilling from her eyes as she invaded his personal bubble. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he torturing her? This couldn't possibly be her Cree. "Who are you?"

Speech,

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