Vanilla Wolf

[Rogue]

She was sick to death of it all. The past she looked back on seemed to be full of disrupted events, more bad than good; an inequality of jagged memories. The rogue lycaness shot through the Forest like a blur of white-hot liquid, slipping like lime between the trees and blending into the darkness like chalk on a board. She stood out quite clearly, and although she would have been near impossible to catch, it made her anger boil; she had been cursed with a pelt that only made her invisible in the heart of winter.

Her tongue lolled from the side of those razor-tipped jaws, almost plastered against her jawline at the speed she was travelling. Gasp after wheezy gasp scratched through her throat, and her deep lavender eyes squinted angrily, furious against the wind that forced tears into them. Her silky ears were back flat against her skull, whistling on the insides with the sound of locomotion.

Run red riding hood.
Run.

A howl erupted from the depths of her throat, making the angle of her larynx adjust to shape the notes in her loud song. She called for company, for someone she didn't know, for someone she knew she could hold one-to-one sense with, for someone she knew she could relate to; even if they wouldn't let her. A Forest Lycan.

Her snow-white tail sliced like a blade through the air, it's bushy edges whipping the air to a breathing hiss. As her paws raced her body deeper and deeper into the abyss of trees, the lycaness slowed to a walk; her chest heaving and her ears twitching to catch whatever it was that had followed. Rogue's glassy eyes widened to their normal almond shape, and keeping her ground in her she-wolf form she let her tongue slip back inside her mouth, breathing heavily out through her muzzle, and stealing the scent of her stalker as she inhaled.

[Rogue]

Ooc: Anyone willing to reply...?

[Carmen]

(Ooc: *laughs* They're all scared of you from what you did to me! Comon people!)

[Logan]

(I'm sure you don't mind a reply from an 'old friend' do you Rogue?)

It was a sure thing that he would no longer be welcome around her home. She had told him many a time about the friendly Lycans that she lived with, and not too long ago he had met the said creatures. They were nothing short of what she had described at all.

But by her absent scent around the tunnel entrance, he made the calculation that her facade hadn't been seen around there for a day or so. So where else would she have roamed to? The other described place; the forest of Magic Horizons. Only a few times he had been through the trees that she happened to call home for a short while.

This time around he looked at variance toward his former shade. His shagged pelt was considerably lighter, but only a mid-brown shade, and only by a little he was taller. The crunching of desparate dead leaves on the forest floor immediately attracted the attention of his musket ears.

He would never mistake that lope for another she-wolf. It was his mate, but oh she would 'kill him' as the humans would say. And then the running was shortly followed by an inviting call. Perhaps she was inviting him home? No. It would never be the same. Even he knew that.

So the white wolf was inviting someone else. What did it matter if she happened to 'bump into him'? What did it matter should she launch into an attack from her furious anger? It throbbed through the trees, something no one could ignore. Surely she had his scent in her paws by this time.

He stood stock-still between two tall, dead oaks, his hawk-like eyes watching, waiting for his love.

The White Wolf.

[Rogue]

Ooc: Not at all, Logan. And they should be Carmen, really, they should be...

Ic:

Him.

A snarl broke out through her jaw instantly, gripping him and holding him. He couldn't run now. Her bushy tail disappeared in a flash as she rounded her entire body in less than a second, her forepaws spread a little wider so she could lower her muzzle to the earth and base her hindquarters at a deadly angle; ready to attack.

You. She spat, the sizzle of silver-hot anger in her eyes saying it all. You left me, alone, and with our pups. No. Her skull retracted, whiplashing against the air to rise as she reared her upper half like an angry mare, snorting through her muzzle heatedly. My, pups. She barked, and then again, and again, until every bark she made would make the animals in the surrounding area flee, or flinch violently.

The she-wolf was set on one thing. Kill.

Anyone who knew Rogue would know she wouldn't do such a thing. Sure, she could be vicious, she could be the wild, untamable beast that seeked revenge upon her slaughtered past. But she was kind, caring, loving, a mother to all youngsters that needed one, playing the part of a mother she never had. Playing the part of a lycaness who actually had an identity.

Had any of the lycans who knew Rogue that well actually been in this clearing, at this moment, they would have seen a new side of her. After all these years, of playing the placid white wolf, the shadow amongst shadows, the eclipse to the other wolves, and the silence in the crowd, she was sick to death of it all. Why shouldn't she play the light amongst the shadows? The moon herself? The roar in the crowd, that made everyone else shudder.

Oh, what a brilliantly beautiful creature she was when one took the time to look.

Son of a b****. Sifted through her mind savagely, before she raced at him, ears flat against her skull, senses alert to anything that dared stand in her way. She was starving, thirsty for blood and hungry for revenge. Oh, what a superb time he had chosen to show up. But she wouldn't give him a chance to regret it.

SLICE. Her entire set of top and bottom canines sank into his neck, directly under his chin and in line with his jugular. She bit right through until her rows of razor-bladed teeth came together in all their gaps, then slammed all four paws into him and ricocheted backward off him, tearing his throat clean from his body. She hit the earth hard, yelping instinctively at the sting of pain in her side, but scrambling to her paws immediately after impact; the front-half of his neck completely severed in her bloodied, killer jaws.

[Logan]

Not once did he reply to her dangerous words, though he somehow knew that an attack would come. But the only way to go on with her was to fight back, and that wasn't something that he wanted to do at all. If she wanted it so badly, though, he would return the favour.

So many times they had spent their moments under the brilliant moon, spilling its reflective light down onto their contrasting pelts, letting eachothers' body warmth keep the other from growing even the slightest bit cold. And never did he let that happen with her.

A snarling yelp erupted, but it was shortly cut off as his larynx was tugged free from his throat, narrowly missing his throat. So he couldn't speak. It didn't matter so much, but it hurt terribly, of course, his blood easily pooling around his chocolate pelt.

Quickly after she had pulled away, and let out a yelp, Logan instinctively flinched at hearing it. Damage to his female; but she wasn't his any more. It was obvious. Luggingly he pulled himself up onto his paws as the folds of his skin began to wound themselves around the wound.

Without a second glance, though, he turned on his toes to leave. Too much damage already. But not done to him.

[Rogue]

Oh no, never would she let him go now.
Now he was hers.

Don't you walk away from me again. She barked, letting the wolven voice-box drop from her crimson-littered jaws. Glancing up at the moon through a gap in the trees, she narrowed her amethyst gaze and let out a long, haunting howl. This was for him, for the him she had once loved, and for the him she was now willing to let go, and bury along with the rest of her past. Literally.

Paws beat a steady rythme on the earth as she charged once more, disappearing in a thicket of bush and reappearing meters in front of him about thirty seconds later. Now she was running at him. Slowing, she tried to avoid those hazelnut eyes, the ones that looked upon her so lovingly, even now that she'd torn his deep, charming voice out.

Running to the side of him, she kept running, as though she was running away, before she whipped around and began racing back toward him, a rip of a howl snaring her jaws open. She brought her head down and pushed off the earth, calculating her distance perfectly and executing a hard blow to his side with all of her weight sending the two of them flying; him into the ground, her into him.

She leapt to her paws defensively and turned to him, clamping her jaw down over one of his ears and tearing it clean off his dark head. Chewing it in hesitant jaws, she backed up, then jerked her jaws one way, letting it slop to the ground, decapitated from it's owner. She hooked her ears low again, ignoring the emotion that told her to let up. A killer instinct was winning her over.

[Logan]

The howl was enough for him to gather she wasn't at all going to give up, no matter how much he tried to help her understand. She didn't want an explanation for what he did, she didn't want to listen at all. A stinging sensation edged through his skin under the heavy coat of fur.

Though it was almost hopeless, he locked her gaze with his pleading eyes as she rounded on him. If he could howl mourningly, he would have. But it wasn't possible. He knocked him clean off his paws, no matter how hard he tried to stay on them, and they ended up landing together.

So many times that had happened, but in a lovingly embraceful way. It was increasingly sad that it was turning out like this. What a major mistake it was for him to leave, to go to the call of his loathing family.

His head pulled against her jaws, which locked over his ear, and again had he had a voice box, he would have yelped in a snarling way. His ear was torn off by now, and pleadingly he stared into Rogue's motherly soul. So beautiful she was. He had to tell her, for at least one last time.

Darling, you're beautiful.

[Rogue]

He locked her gaze with his caring eyes, and she snarled, baring those vicious canines right back at him ruthlessly. A frown could be identified, even with the facial features of a she-wolf. She growled loudly, warning off anyone in the area and keeping strings with that feeling of evoked fear somewhere in the atmosphere.

It had been a mistake for him to leave, for he had left Rogue to change. Whether for the better, or for the worse, as her old saying went, only time would tell. As she had ripped off his ear and tossed it aside like a piece of rubbish from a dumpster, he locked her lilac orbs with his warm, chocolate stare, enticing her to calm down, enchanting her with that love.

Darling, you're beautiful.

No! She snarled, tears stinging her eyes wildly. I'm ugly, don't lie to me Logan! She barked, flustering around madly in the dirt. Shovelling a glare his way, her paw scuffed the dirt and tossed it up in his eyes, blocking them from alluring her like they did so easily. He was trying to trap her. He was against her. They all were.

Letting loose another sickeningly loud howl, she lunged at him once more, and grinded her jaws down over his right foreleg. Wringing her head side to side and grinding her jaws back and forth, she snapped it almost completely in half, which was fortunate since she had been so close to sawing it in half with her sharp incisors. Letting it fall limp, she slashed her tail across his face and walked away from him again, turning to inspect her dirty work once more.

She was growing colder.
Stronger.

[Logan]

Oh but how different she was. The next thing he assumed the she-wolf would do, from his enticing ways, was claw out his eyes to make him blind. That way she wouldn't become just that little bit weaker. Twas a shame though, that things weren't the same.

He didn't respond to her yelling within his mind, not yet. Defensively he reached up with his paw to block the dust from his eyes, only letting a tiny amount past. His left eye twitched from the small amount of dirt, and that was when she lunged at him again.

With a few tugs and grinds, his leg had been snapped from her powerful jaws, but surprisingly enough the skin hadn't been too badly torn. All this time, he stared at her, lulling her gently that he still loved her, no matter how much she dispised him. It was a painful thought, yes, but it was being thrown away by the pain.

She walked away now, after brushing his face with her tail, and it was now that he replied. Oh, but I'm not lying, Dearest. And you know it. And it was true. She knew how beautiful she was, even though she tried to hide it. Rogue had even admitted it that she didn't wish to be seen as pompous during their romp through the highland forest.

[Rogue]

Though perhaps that was just it.
Perhaps she was beautiful, and she knew she was beautiful, but she wanted everyone else to see it?
As shockingly selfish as it was, perhaps, just perhaps it was true.

He kept at it, and it was working too. His coaxing words were making her body lax, she even stumbled a few times, and her mind was faltering under the repeated echo in her mind. Darling, you're beautiful. Darling, you're beautiful. Darling, you're beautiful.

Shut up! She cried, sadness now streaking through her tone as it quivered in his mind and she dove at him again, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there. Her lilac orbs were tossed with groggy tears, but she kept them at bay, disguising them with his blood as she bit down into his stomach, just below his ribcage, and almost buried her entire muzzle in his gut.

Coated with his blood, she was panting loudly, her chest heaving from the instinct that pulsed like a drug through her body, and the fight against it with emotion, an equally powerful force, which - sadly - was losing. She leapt off him, kicking his ribs with her hindlegs in the process and no doubt cracking a few ribs.

Looking over her stained shoulder at him, she let her tears mingle with the blood that saturated her face. Surely he would bleed to death now. She bit him at an angle where it would pain him so incredibly much to even try to find his paws, let alone breath. He was a horrible mess, blood, bone and fur all mixed and matted with each other gruesomely; all in the name of love.

This was how she could love him.
In Death.

[Logan]

(... as you wish)

Why couldn't she just take him back? Because it was inexplainable the feelings that wrought themselves within her, entwining and weaving around her very aura and sould.

Why couldn't she just forgive and forget? Because no one can fully complete such an amazing task, to forgive and forget. It was something that was impossible for anyone, unless they were a fish.

Why couldn't she stop hurting him? Because the pain she was causing was hardly anything in comparison to what he had done to her. This was the only way in giving the pain she had received to him.

Why couldn't she be like others? Because she was Rogue, and there was none like her. She was the darling Lycanness he had fallen in love with, and there was no way in the world he would change anything about her.

For the last time he gazed into her lovingly beautiful silver speckled eyes. For the last time he watched her as she took her breath in and out. For the last time he watched her fury. And For the last time he smiled upward at her.

She was Beautiful. And no one would ever understand to what extent other than him. Not even Rogue herself. And he had so easily thrown that away for a short period of time. It didn't matter how much pain he received in return.

At least she was there for the last few moments of his life.
His chest rose and fell for the last time.

[Rogue]

Ooc: Thank you.

Ic:

And he was hers.
Forever.

Rogue's wolven form faded as fur shrank back into skin and her muzzle sank into a sad expression on her human face. Her body was still splattered all over with his blood, she was still kneeling on the ground, looking at him over her shoulder, watching that bated breath hang just one short moment in time, before waltzing off to heaven; where she would meet him again one night. The both of them as wolves, black and white, a contrast under moonlight.

She crawled over to him shakily, then stopped breathing to gaze deeply into those chocolate orbs. Still, in death, so loving, so caring. "Goodbye Logan." She whispered softly, bringing her fingers up to brush them gently across the wolfish lids of his eyes and close them. He would sleep in peace now, in his true form. She leant down and rest her cheek against the side of his muzzle for but a moment, savouring all their good memories, before opening her eyes and inhaling deeply.

Rising to her feet, she stroked her hand across that rough black fur of his, exhaling slowly, and turning to look away from him. The graceful figure walked on her silent feet with pride and a newfound beauty, her past bit by bit leaving her for good. What was done, was done, and she would not mourn it anymore. Falling forward into the shape of a she-wolf again she broke into a run, blood on white flickering in the moonlight as she ran.

Rogue raised her jaws to the moon and let out a howl, singing a final farewell to the lycan she had just killed.
Logan.