Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]
04-30-2013, 09:09 PM
Amaranth. Her name held no meaning other than the power she put behind the title. With each step, her pads pressed upon the dirt, making imprints, leaving behind a singular tell-tale sign that she had explored like thousands of wolves before her no doubt. The deciduous forest was thick, it was easy to become lost, trapped within its confines, a part of her wanted too. This solitude she had procured was beautiful, wondrous. Her thoughts were her own, her choices, her decisions. If she wanted to turn right and start walking she could, if she wanted to turn left and venture toward the ocean all she had to do was alter her direction... and even better still? Not a single cock came anywhere near her, hadn't in months. Her hind in no longer ached, she no longer felt filthy and used up. She was finally free.
The incline was steep, almost ridiculously so, she wondered vaguely why she had even bothered... oh right, she had never seen the ocean and she wanted to see it now, and even if she never made it to the bottom, if she stayed engulfed within the forest for the rest of her considerable days, she would be fine. getting lost would imply she had been going somewhere to begin with and Amaranth had nowhere to be. Amaranth had nothing, no family to speak of, no friends, no pack that depended on her, she was a vanquished spirit, invisible, she would never exist, a smile curled her maw, her chains were gone and she was free! Free! That word had not left her mind once, it made her feel light hearted and dizzy all at the same time.
The forest broke apart vanishing in a few quick paces, the ground turning to liquid sand beneath her pads and with two pads sinking deep, she froze, golden gaze drifting across the waves. She had never seen water move quite like that before. She paced forward uneasily, the sand being a familiar terrain but the water not so. The scent of salt reached her nostrils and she confirmed that it was not to drink. She came to a halt just as the waves were brushing against her ankles. The sunlight glittered off the waves, blinding her just as the foreign scent of a male reached her nostrils.
Her lips would coil over ivory diamonds she called her canines, her head would careen around, golden eyes narrowing in a fierce gaze, her head would lower and her hair would stand on end. Claws digging into the sands, preparing herself. If it was a mercenary she would rip them apart. Her posture promised pain to any that would oppose her. The docile, gentle dame no longer existed. "Show yourself!" The snarl would be menacing and cold, ripping from her larynx and promising something sinister.
The incline was steep, almost ridiculously so, she wondered vaguely why she had even bothered... oh right, she had never seen the ocean and she wanted to see it now, and even if she never made it to the bottom, if she stayed engulfed within the forest for the rest of her considerable days, she would be fine. getting lost would imply she had been going somewhere to begin with and Amaranth had nowhere to be. Amaranth had nothing, no family to speak of, no friends, no pack that depended on her, she was a vanquished spirit, invisible, she would never exist, a smile curled her maw, her chains were gone and she was free! Free! That word had not left her mind once, it made her feel light hearted and dizzy all at the same time.
The forest broke apart vanishing in a few quick paces, the ground turning to liquid sand beneath her pads and with two pads sinking deep, she froze, golden gaze drifting across the waves. She had never seen water move quite like that before. She paced forward uneasily, the sand being a familiar terrain but the water not so. The scent of salt reached her nostrils and she confirmed that it was not to drink. She came to a halt just as the waves were brushing against her ankles. The sunlight glittered off the waves, blinding her just as the foreign scent of a male reached her nostrils.
Her lips would coil over ivory diamonds she called her canines, her head would careen around, golden eyes narrowing in a fierce gaze, her head would lower and her hair would stand on end. Claws digging into the sands, preparing herself. If it was a mercenary she would rip them apart. Her posture promised pain to any that would oppose her. The docile, gentle dame no longer existed. "Show yourself!" The snarl would be menacing and cold, ripping from her larynx and promising something sinister.
05-01-2013, 12:08 PM
Creedance. His name was the name that was told in horror stories, names that pups were told to make them behave. ?You better behave of the deamon Creedance will get you.? Nightmares, his whole persona was that of a nightmare. He would stalk through the forest, watching with satisfaction as little animals would scurry away from him, pausing to rip apart those who weren?t that lucky. Blood dripped from his maw, the crimson liquid staining the white fur and dripping from his teeth.
He thrashed his head from side to side, glaring at the forest around him. The air here had a salty tang, signaling that he was close to the ocean. The forest thinned here, sand starting to creep into the paths. He stalked forward, paws slamming on the ground causing the sand to whip up into his fur. A constant growl flowed from his maw, escaping from deep in his throat, sound that dared anyone to approach him.
His massive form erupted from the forest, at a steady pace. His paws sank into the sand, and he pushed forward and into the sea water. He followed the ocean around the tree line until he could see another wolf in the distance. He drew closer to her, doing his best to ignore her existence.
A snarl sliced across the air towards him, and he whipped his head towards her, his eyes glittering with malice. Who did this bitch think that she was , snarling at him? A deadly snarl ripped from his chest as he thrashed his massive head to face her. Gums rolled up showing his teeth, blood still steadily dripping from his last meaningless kill. ?Why does it matter?? The words tumbled from his maul, the malice behind them evident. He still faced away from her, showing his indifference at her very existence. Should this bitch choose to attack him, he?d rip her throat out, and watch her blood flow into the ocean. Yes, that very thought seemed to appease him.
He thrashed his head from side to side, glaring at the forest around him. The air here had a salty tang, signaling that he was close to the ocean. The forest thinned here, sand starting to creep into the paths. He stalked forward, paws slamming on the ground causing the sand to whip up into his fur. A constant growl flowed from his maw, escaping from deep in his throat, sound that dared anyone to approach him.
His massive form erupted from the forest, at a steady pace. His paws sank into the sand, and he pushed forward and into the sea water. He followed the ocean around the tree line until he could see another wolf in the distance. He drew closer to her, doing his best to ignore her existence.
A snarl sliced across the air towards him, and he whipped his head towards her, his eyes glittering with malice. Who did this bitch think that she was , snarling at him? A deadly snarl ripped from his chest as he thrashed his massive head to face her. Gums rolled up showing his teeth, blood still steadily dripping from his last meaningless kill. ?Why does it matter?? The words tumbled from his maul, the malice behind them evident. He still faced away from her, showing his indifference at her very existence. Should this bitch choose to attack him, he?d rip her throat out, and watch her blood flow into the ocean. Yes, that very thought seemed to appease him.
05-01-2013, 12:23 PM
Amaranth was a vicious creature, prone to furious bouts of rage and aggression. She hated most everything, seemingly nothing could crack through that cold frame of malice and indifference. Her lips would coil back over ivory fangs, a rumbling snarl vibrating up and through her larynx. Her tail would lash behind her, slicing through the air with wicked irritation. She was not a kind or gentle soul. She wanted to rip this figure apart and should it be one of her tormentors, she would meet them with tooth and fang until her body failed her. There would be no hole on earth they could escape her ferocity. He approach her, snapping back his own response. Her snarl would heighten, rising in its pitch, golden eyes narrowing into a wicked glare as she locked gazes with this monstrosity.
His scent was familiar too her. Sparking a memory and instantly she imagined the ruby stain of his life spilling out across his fur drenching his pelt and the sands beneath them, thoughts of the sea had vanished, thoughts of life had vanished. She recognized that scent...but it did not bring forth her anger and aggression. This confused her. Anyone of her past should have brought forth indiscernible rage and malice, they raped her, they beat her, they gnawed at her flesh like demons have starved, but he brought a calming sense of peace washing over her. How...why?
The snarl died in her throat as she recognized the strange markings adorning his face, and for a moment she could do naught but stare. Improbable, impossible, inconceivable. He was dead. She had watched him die. She had watched them rip him part. He was dead! He was dead! He was dead! Her confusion morphed to malice. Who was this imposter who dare toy with her? Who were they to force her to remember? Who were they to remind her of that day? She snapped, her teeth coming together in an audible click. Her hackles rose and her claws tore into the sands, barely concealable rage washing over her.
"Who the fuck are you and why do you pose as my Cree." It wasn't a question but a command. The snarl ripping through the air like the crack of a whip, her tones venomous, poisonous, toxic. He would answer or Amaranth would rip him apart.
His scent was familiar too her. Sparking a memory and instantly she imagined the ruby stain of his life spilling out across his fur drenching his pelt and the sands beneath them, thoughts of the sea had vanished, thoughts of life had vanished. She recognized that scent...but it did not bring forth her anger and aggression. This confused her. Anyone of her past should have brought forth indiscernible rage and malice, they raped her, they beat her, they gnawed at her flesh like demons have starved, but he brought a calming sense of peace washing over her. How...why?
The snarl died in her throat as she recognized the strange markings adorning his face, and for a moment she could do naught but stare. Improbable, impossible, inconceivable. He was dead. She had watched him die. She had watched them rip him part. He was dead! He was dead! He was dead! Her confusion morphed to malice. Who was this imposter who dare toy with her? Who were they to force her to remember? Who were they to remind her of that day? She snapped, her teeth coming together in an audible click. Her hackles rose and her claws tore into the sands, barely concealable rage washing over her.
"Who the fuck are you and why do you pose as my Cree." It wasn't a question but a command. The snarl ripping through the air like the crack of a whip, her tones venomous, poisonous, toxic. He would answer or Amaranth would rip him apart.
05-02-2013, 08:07 AM
The waves of the salt water lapped against his legs, soaking his fur to his flesh. He faced the bitch before him, his jaws coiled into a snarl. Who did she think she was? Something about her, seemed familiar, but he disregarded it. He wondered who she was, but that didn?t matter. His mind quickly turned to his wondering of what her flesh would feel like as he ripped it apart under with his jaws. What would she taste like? How would her crimson life stain his pelt?
He was a handsome wolf, tall with a thick white pelt. Grey and tan markings adorned his face, special only to him, and an anomaly from his pack. His mother?s pelt was a fleck grey and his fathers was tan and white. How these marking had came to be were a mystery to all of them. He took an orb from each of his parents in the theoretical sense. One of his mother?s blue eyes, and one of his father?s golden. He was like the perfect mold between his dead parents.
He surveyed to wolf before him, taking in her frame and build. Her next words, however, stopped him in his examination. ?Who the fuck are you and why do you pose as my Cree.? The words weren?t a question but a statement. ?Cree?? Only one wolf had ever called him that, and that was a name that he used to fuel his vengeance.
His massive frame would turn towards her completely, his head lowering to protect his throat and his paws bracing himself in the wet sand. His tail would stick out behind him, balancing him, and he would then stalk forward slowly. A feral snarl would rip from his throat, as he stared down the bitch before him. No one called him Cree and survived to repeat it.
?I am Creedance. Fool, why do you address me as Cree? Don?t you know who I am?? The words echoed around them filled with power and malice. This fool would answer him and try to run from him, or she?d die the fool she seemed to be standing in the ocean water. Her carcass would be shark food, and he?d stand from the bank watching as they ripped her apart.
He was a handsome wolf, tall with a thick white pelt. Grey and tan markings adorned his face, special only to him, and an anomaly from his pack. His mother?s pelt was a fleck grey and his fathers was tan and white. How these marking had came to be were a mystery to all of them. He took an orb from each of his parents in the theoretical sense. One of his mother?s blue eyes, and one of his father?s golden. He was like the perfect mold between his dead parents.
He surveyed to wolf before him, taking in her frame and build. Her next words, however, stopped him in his examination. ?Who the fuck are you and why do you pose as my Cree.? The words weren?t a question but a statement. ?Cree?? Only one wolf had ever called him that, and that was a name that he used to fuel his vengeance.
His massive frame would turn towards her completely, his head lowering to protect his throat and his paws bracing himself in the wet sand. His tail would stick out behind him, balancing him, and he would then stalk forward slowly. A feral snarl would rip from his throat, as he stared down the bitch before him. No one called him Cree and survived to repeat it.
?I am Creedance. Fool, why do you address me as Cree? Don?t you know who I am?? The words echoed around them filled with power and malice. This fool would answer him and try to run from him, or she?d die the fool she seemed to be standing in the ocean water. Her carcass would be shark food, and he?d stand from the bank watching as they ripped her apart.
05-09-2013, 04:40 PM
Disbelief, hung in the air, thickening the air between the pair as one of the many things he never could have imagined occurred. He always supposed that he would be avenging the murder of the she-wolf that he once had loved, more than life itself, and today he was seeing her again. So many thoughts flowed through his mind as he stood still frozen in her powerful jaws. Muscles relaxed in his body, his eyes softening with an emotion that he hadn?t experience since he had watched those mercenaries take Amaranth away. Guilt course through him, a dull achy feeling that started in his heart grew through his body, frustrating him, the pain almost breathtaking.
Her words referring to his sexual life brought a chuckle from deep within his chest. Did she really want to go there? He was a man-whore at best. He couldn?t begin to count the number of sexual partners he?d had since he began his journey some time ago. None of the relationships had ever been meaningful, rather they had been a means to an end- a release. She spoke of how she had been treated as a whore, and it left him no room to wonder why the mercenaries had kept her alive. A new surge of fury at how the wolf, who had once been the love of his life had been treated rushed through his body. Perhaps the only redeemable quality that the monster had was his desire to see the end of Amaranth?s abductors. He wanted to feel the flesh peel from their bodies and watch with pleasure as they screamed in pain, the agony fierce they wouldn?t be able to form words.
?Darling, do you really want to use this heart-warming little reunion to speak of my sexual appetite? Or shall we continue on to the more interesting things.? His words would be laced with sarcasm, annoyance at her question blatantly obvious. Her words caused an odd feeling almost akin to pity and sadness to pool in his chest. Trash? Did she really consider herself that? For a moment, his demon fa?ade cracked only to be almost instantly re-enforced by his smart-ass shield (of doom), ?Trash? Sweetheart, your fine ass is nowhere near the definition of trash.? A chuckle escaped his throat, the muscles vibrating against her jaws where her teeth were still connected to his lifeline.
What did he want to do with her now that he had her? Could they ever be the same, silence met her final question as he pondered over everything from who they once were to who they could be. He was far from the monogamous wolf. He wasn?t the good wolf she had loved, he was a demon- a fiend of satan himself. What did Creedance the terrible want? For once, he was absolutely speechless.