.xLover's Cryptx.

[naamah]

The darkness grew even more inky as the crimson fae entered the shadows depths of the cave. Her eyes glinted in the pitch, fangs flashing with the little dibbles of light that manged to seep through the rocky crevice, otherwise all was black, oh so beautifully black.

"One could come to love such a place..." A tone so sharp and snake-like curled into the air, oozing with a strange tone of contempt and glee. This place cradled her her sleek frame with spectral hands, lulling her into a peaceful state, pushing aside her more insane side. A rare moment that might leave her in a better mood. Of course her being graced with an even temper might just be pushing one's luck.

To know this fae was a far more complex thing, and basically impossible for she could careless about the factors of friendships. She was a nasty flirt about males, especially those with tainted souls as her own. Really it wasn't hard for a brute to fall under her witchy spells and teasing words. Her legs were long and slender, roped lightly with muscle. Her muzzle not to long, nor to short and bushy ears. Her pelt was always smooth and sleek but carried the reek of death and blood, two opiums that she thrived on. Her tassel was long and flowing, painted a blood red like the majority of her fur, save the more ashen hues around her brow and back. Yes, such a lovely thing to lay eyes on, but a deadly beastie to love.

Her name defined who she was and her looks~ Naamah. The meaning it carried was unknown to most, unless you were an unfortunate dragga that felled to her fateful kiss. A seducing female demon. Yes, that's what it meant, and such a pretty little devil-ess she was.

Naamah sighed out into the darkness, inhaling the scent of snow ans salted water. A demonic grin cracked her maw-
"Such a lovely place for a tough ramance..." She whispered in a deadly voice. It was a quote from a korny yet tragic romance tale of two wolves, as a pup she found it beautifully put, not it was all just a silly pup story.

[Katerinu]

[shadow=blue,left,300]Slinking in slowly, the darkness swallowing him whole, almost in a protective manner. Thou shalt not have him. It seemed to whisper, entwining fingers of darkness around him, and petting his dark brown fur, down to his black, kanji like paint brush tail. His face, or, half of it, was also black, a sudden shadow cast and thrown upon his brown shade. His eyes were bright, escaping the overpowering darkness. A shimmering, icy blue of pure... hatred? Sadness? Unknowing?
Tainted eyes of a Death Demon.
A Death Angel.
His upper lip gave a sudden twitch, pearly white canines flashing out of the darkness, as he slipped out of them as easily as he had come into their forbidding hug of death. Placing paws slowly on the warm, rock floor, it felt nice on his cold and bleeding pads, caught and frozen by the ice outside.
He didn't mind the pain.
He never did.
Where was he?
Casting his half lidded, icy gaze around the insides of this new, and warm cave, he let his gaze slip to the bubbling water below him.
Stepping slowly towards it, half eager, half uncaring about the warmth emitting from it.
What is this emotion, eager? No such thing.
Suddenly feeling the presence of another, his hackles rose, his muscles tensing, and seeming to enlarge his build from beneath his silky, fluffy coat.
There was a female about.
How could he explore this cavern, this strange, warm place in the middle of the frozen death land of Alaska with this femme about?
Females only got in the way.
He saw her frame in the shadows, an auburn glow settling itself like a bloody beast in the darkness.
He could smell blood and death coming from her form, but he was used to it.
With him, there was no peace. Just death.
He silenced his growl, but his muscles were still tense. He kept himself quiet, padding back and forth on the other side of the shallow pool of water.
He was waiting, watching, stalking.
Wanting to know her next move.
Apparently, peace was non exisentent.
Even if he was in a pack, there was only death and blood shed. Murder and betrayal. Torment and suicide.
Nothing would end the blood spray.
He kept his silence, waiting for her to speak. He really didn't care if she did speak.
But she did not belong here. Who was she?[/shadow]

[naamah]

//Ooh... purty post!//

Naamah curled back her lips revealing pearly canines protruding from black gums. A silent snarl, or a simply exclamation of glee to notice the second being lurking with the lurid pitch of the cave. Turning with a graceful sweep of her slender figure the fae turned to meet pale, icy blue orbs of a dragga. Her little snarl became a sneer.

Gray optics touched with blood shifted as pupils expanded to focus in of this newcomer. His pelt was brushed with bronze with a splatter of black pooling on one side of his face. This, flaw one might saw caught her eye. It almost seem to define something within the depths of the mann's being.

Time to speak dear... She mused to herself when the dragga remained silent. Time to have fun...

Naamah approached th male without a hint of fear or hesitation, with long strides she circled this brute, sometimes letting her tassel brush his shoulder or side. Each time she came in contact with this wolf a scar painted across her right eye gave a strange twinge, it was a gift given to her by another she had failed to please... And I still don't know if I should apologize to him or if he should apologize to me... But such matters had faded out into the oblivion of the past. Yes, it was time to speak... Sitting promptly in front of him she put on an innocent little smile.

"Fancy finding a dragga as yourself here- or should I say the opposite? Does your shrouded heart seek out an environment to relate to its host?"

Her words could be dubbed meddlesome or utterly enigmatic. She said it all with a sense of knowing but might leave the other wondering if she even knew what her own riddle might mean. There was a possibility she didn't. But who was close enough to care? No one. Who could give a damn for how this alluring fae feeling? No one. It was her shell most saw, and her shell she gave.

[Katerinu]

(Thank you's! ^_^)

[shadow=blue,left,300]Ferine kept his eyes on her, narrowing his optics as a snarl emitted through bars that were his canines. As she brushed against him he let out a shrill bark of warning, snapping the air close to her jaw.
It was always the same. Females were so dimwitted. The only think they ever did was flirt, and think that they could get whatever they wanting, cooing and falling for any sight of a strong male.
But, one female was different from the rest.
Bringing himself up again, not letting his gaurd fall and slip into that cooling abyss of the loving memories of the fae...
"Why speak such nonsense?" he spoke. His voice was bit of a smooth, velvety deep tone of a male, but it was spoke with the harsh anger of one with deep hatred.
"An enviorment to fit the heart of it's host..." he trailed off. "Are you speaking of yourself?"
A sudden grin slipped out onto his maw, but was gone within a split second.
He treaded past her, the build along his shoulder blades rising and falling in rhythym with his footsteps. He had no time for speaking with this dimwitted femme.
Raising his eyes, he took in detail of the cavern around him. What kept this place so warm and free of ice?
He place the end of his forepaw into the bubbling water, and nodded in understanding, lifting his paw out again and shaking it dry.
Just a lone hotspring in the middle of a Winter Hell land.
Seeming to ignore the femme behind him, he continued to stalk around, sniffing the air. He liked this place, it was warm and was a stray from the lands of the other wolves.
Except this wandering fae. He thought, remebering the crimson wolf who was standing silent behind him.
What would she do now? Hopefully none of that female stuff again. [/shadow]

[naamah]

"Can you be so sure such words are nonsense." ...I guess it takes a preceptive mind to take it into true consideration.. Naamah cut off the last part, not caring to have this dragga's fangs around her throat. She was a flirt, yes, a deadly one, but was smart enough to measure certain limits. She didn't want her tactics to become a complete suicide.

"My heart, your heart, which ever seems to fit." She chided. "But then again, what of the matter in which actually possessing a heart that desires darkness." Her strange manner of speaking, questions slurring into statements, yet still that inquiring aura lingered about them.

She watched the auburn male wander off around the cave, measuring him up silently. He had the build of an Alpha, bu the heart of a loner. The twist caught her interest, once more she pondered over this brute's past.

But that faded out when a small movement caught her eye. A spider... She thought, padding over to the small insect. Something inside her shivered and recoiled, then fell forward with a dark craving. A craving to hear the crunch of that exoskeleton giving way beneath her paw, to think of Misery. Almost as if in a trance the fae lifted her paw, and brought it down on the bug, a twisted grin twitching across her lips. The small animal's life ended with the pleasant squish, a microscopic heart now lay among the shattered shell.

Removing the crimson digit Naamah peered at her work with little bravo. Misery... She thought blankly. Baleful...
"Who says the past can be forgotten when you live in it day by day..." She wasn't even aware of speaking the words out loud.[/color]

[Katerinu]

[shadow=blue,left,300]His ears twitched as she spoke, but took it into no consideration. It was all nonsense to him, everything was. Everything was just simply a lie if he took it as one.

Hearing a soft crunch behind him, her turned his cranium to where the fae stood, and followed the path from her shoulder, down her leg, and to her paw resting on the wall. He raised a wolfish eyebrow, curious why she was just letting it sit there. As it came down, he say the gushy mess of a spider, one of it's legs still twitching for survival, though, of course, it had died.
[/shadow]
"Who says the past can be forgotten when you live in it day by day..."

[shadow=blue,left,300]His optics raised, ears perking to listen carefully to her last sentence.

"It's true." he agreed. Of course, he didn't want to agree, but this was no lie. "Sometimes the past can be a very sinister and hateful thing, leading you towards a path of a future that... really isn't a future."

Did that make any sense?

He shook his head, his light fur bouncing along him as he did so, and continued to pad around the entire cave, keeping his mind off such subjects.

Only brought back pain.

But hadn't he become immune to pain?

Perhaps physically, but mentally?

Maybe not.[/shadow]

[naamah]

Quickly Naamah was bounced back into the real world, blinking for a moment to regain her former stance she turned and looked at the dragga with a pleasant smile- he had spoken something that actually had more meaning to take in than before.

"The words of a fatalist Dear." She chided, watching him as he once more began to trek the cave. How interested he seems to be in exploring every contour of this place... Se thought dryly, letting her keen eyes pry the dark shadowed crevices and corners of the den, avoiding the contorted form of the spider crushed against the stony barrier near by.

But such antics bored her quickly. Naamah let out a sigh and began to sing little meaningless lyrics under her breath, crimson gray optics still wandering about.

"Shadow be quick- Shadow be still
The times still ticking and there's so much to fulfill.
Lets this side o' darkness grow,
Will insanity is still at sew.
Like a dreadful little weed,
Cut it and watch it only to bleed away your cares and needs."

Her quibble came at random yet slightly relating to the peculiar mood hovering about. So morbid, so cold and so... Lovely...

[Katerinu]

[shadow=blue,left,300]Lifting his eyes from the rocky wall before him, he glanced over in her direction. He became suddenly insanely bored with the cave around him, and, figuring she wasn't going to leave, might as well be as... well, might as well practice being social.

The words of a fatalist? What was a fatalist?

He thought over his words again, and then tried to break down and decipher this new word.

Someone who believes that one's life is entirely dependent on fate.
Fate?
How drole.

He was going to turn, seeing if there was more to this cave than just walls, maybe another road or something, when he heard her whisperings.
He tilted his head, the murmurings bouncing off in echo's, though he was barely able to translate the lightly spoken words.

He shook his shoulders, letting his fur shake, and he let himself drown in the perfect silence. He lifted his gaze, and finally sighed.

"I realize you won't leave me in peace," he began, "and, with talking to you, this entire time I have been talking with a stranger." He cut off, trying to choose his words right or make some decision. "Tell me your name, that way I can at least..." he trailed off.
No threatening now, Little Death Angel.
He shook his head, and spoke, "What's your name?"[/shadow]