Darkness still remains;; Lucaria.

[Creep]

[bg=1a1a1a][atrb=width,383,true][atrb=border,0,true] "Blow the candles out Looks like a solo tonight I’m beginning to see the light" The vacant paws that scathed the earth's floor were merely prints. Indents left by their creator, a creature who wandered aimlessly with no set direction in mind. That much was clear by the trail that wound loosely through the various trees and exotic vegetation. Creep's claws plunged in to the soggy soil and ripped it free from where it had been tightly packed down, no signs left of those that had tread upon it in the past. Instead, he left his own. A scent that did not belong to the pack lands that he tainted; a scent that carried all of his emotions. Loneliness, sorrow, loss.. Each heart wrenching inclination of his body and soul left stained upon his frayed form from nights in which he had cried, bled and killed through each painful memory left to grate against the inside of his skull. Countless years spent sweating through his own mental prison, a place where he was at fault and everything was an enemy had left the dog withered and wise beyond his years. The very essence of his fears and self deceptions, the struggles and sorrows he constantly faced seeped through every pore in his body. A blood bath of lies, unhealed and reopened wounds. Murder. There would never be enough water in the world to cleanse his coat. This realization had nearly killed him when an old friend's scent had found his nose. He never wanted to face her like this. Broken down and ugly, both inside and out. Creep was only vaguely what he had once been, and even then it was hard to glimpse. Still a creature full of determination and subtle traces of admiration for her, but he would never be as he once was. Guilt slithered through his fur as the wind tousled the strands, coasting them in spatoric patterns across his flesh. He was starting to wonder why he had even bothered. Lucaria had not chased him away, although she had seemed rather flustered and considerably interested in his.. larger injuries. Usually the monstrosity was incredible at reading through another; a gift he had developed over the years of playing cautious. But, he couldn't read her. He wasn't sure whether it was just the shock and relief he felt looking in to her face, now much more defined with her age -something that certainly made him stumble, and possibly prevented him from any form of focus-, or if she was simply just as naturally mysterious as he remembered. He wasn't sure what to think. Whether she was really okay with his sudden presence, or if, behind the outer exterior, she was completely disgusted by what he had become. Was it okay for him to stay and tarnish the beauty of her lands? Of course, he hadn't brought up his indecision to become a part of Estrella to anyone but his own inner demons yet. But even so, would it even be fair for a disgusting creature such as himself to walk beneath the reign of a Queen that was just so.. perfect? Creep didn't know if he could be happy here. Somewhere so breathtaking. Even the other faces he had bare witness to the previous night, huddled in that sacred chamber amidst the fuchsia Beauty. They were all flawless. Maybe not pure at heart, but they were nothing like the grotesque creature he proved to be. And even worse was, Lucaria had no idea. She probably hadn't even fathomed that his condition could be any worse. How would he explain that somewhere along the lines he had lost his marbles and not bothered to stop and pick them all up? Hopefully, before she ever got the chance to witness that other side, he would have time to explain. The fragile lips that pulled away from ivory, jagged inclines uttered a sigh, goblets of slime bleeding from his jowls like a curtain of glutinous cobwebs. So much had happened too fast. He didn't know what to think or how to act, and instead, had fled from the criticizing eyes of the others that lingered within Estrella's boundaries. Unfortunately, as a result, Creep had also found himself tangled up in an endless crypt of vines and lush plant life that gave no indication of a way out. On three limbs he struggled through the brush that settled within the shade of the canopy, tripping several times and submittably being thrown to the ground by his lack of balance. He had several new bruises and a new color adorning the front end of his coat. The mud was not flattering, and was harsh in it's reality, but he didn't mind much. He had been doused in much worse than a little damp soil, and even found himself to be enjoying the cool, damp paste that had splattered up his chest and the right side of his face. He wore the mask with a sense of cool and undefined dignity. He was a creature that belonged low in the dirt, looking foul and vicious and just like bad company altogether. It wasn't like anyone was around to witness him stumbling about with a dirty mug anyway. His pads touched the earth unnoticed now, his fur clinging tight to where it lay on his body as his muscles writhed beneath his flesh, pulling him forward with a clumsy jolt before he got the hang of the new pace. Lurching in to the vegetation, Creep somehow found the languid run peaceful. It had been ages since he had galloped just for the hell of it. Usually he was stuck crawling through the shadows, or running with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. 'Course, life was never fair, and the good times did not continue to roll the way he had wanted them to. As he started to enjoy himself, karma did not hesitate to show itself. His front paw caught on one of the tedious roots springing from beneath the forest floor, sending the crippled wolf tumbling through the growth, catching all sorts of twigs and burrs in his fur until finally his pathway dropped and he was sentenced to an unwanted dip in one of the shallow streams. His crown surfaced first, his muzzle following as he gasped and sputtered, trying to free the water that had rushed up his nose. The hacking and coughing was accompanied by a wallowing moan that thrummed through the air, almost like a rapid chirping. He not only looked like some exotic bird in coloration and the placement of his markings, but Creep often couldn't control the vocals that decided to emerge in times of panic and forgetfulness. Right now it was panic, even as his front limbs scrambled and clawed through the water and eventually touched the muddy bank. The slope was high and the ground was not elevated evenly. Instead, seemed to just drop from where it touched solid surface. Even as Creep's shoulders lifted from the icy water, with the missing support from the other end, and a now water-heavy body half submerged, he could not pull himself out completely. Crackers. But, hey. At least he was somewhat clean again.. right? "Blow the candles out Looks like a solo tonight But I think I’ll be alright"

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[Lucaria]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/11ral4i.png] Oh, this is not your place. This is not your playground. This is my heart! So let's hang us a hangman; we'll bury our burdens in blood. Have you ever made a wish? How many? Black lids peeled up over blue shades; a gaze as sullen as the angered skies. The world was a very ruthless place, every beautiful thing was either painful or dangerous, and the ugly was the only being that would offer an act of true kindness, but that was out of empathy. Then of course, there were the in-betweens, those who were beautiful inside and out, and ugly all the same. However, life was changing, and so were viewpoints these days. Perfection was imperfection. It was unreal, unfathomable, there was no such thing as perfect in this world as it only occurred in dreams. Yet, even then, if its a dream, and not reality, it too, is not perfect. Have you ever seen someone make a wish of love? You watch them as they sit humbly; tall, hopeful, possibly broken, and if not, in bliss. They do not hold a smile, but their complexion tells the story regardless. A coin held tight in their grasp, its shining gaze peaking back up at their closed eyes through the coiled flesh around it. Then they open their eyes, and a moment is spared as they glance down at the coin. Two seconds too late to regret, the coin is flung, and sinks flippantly to the bottom of the wish pool. Fidelity. Blank staring eyes never left the white swirls of the water below the bank; her feet were firmly placed riskily just against the cold, muddy edge. There was no turning back now, if she truly wanted death, if she wanted to throw out this creation, home, that she had made for herself and her followers, then this was the time to do it. With a deep breath, the crisp air flowed deep into the darkest caverns of her skull. It was her last intake of life as she figured; taking in every intangible detail of her crafted world. But, alas, the wintry season and its dead foliage within the wood was not all she could detect. The deep scent swirled, lingered, in her muzzle and left nothing but a look of swift surprise over her face. Her eyes darted around quickly; his name left in the wind with her only source of identification towards the male, his scent, and she managed to pick it up seconds before she closed her eyes and missed his presence as it began to wash down the rapids of the stream. Her blue eyes followed him, immobilized in shock for a moment, but eventually she mustered the strength in her system to take action. Creep!! Her legs automatically pushed forward to go after him, but the sudden falling of loose mud beneath her pads forced her back in caution. She looked down at the ledge in a panic, and then back towards her friend as he continued down his doomed path. There had to be a way to help him, and instincts were forcing her to push onwards into the gut of danger itself. She lowered her torso to her paws, ears pulled back, and prepared herself to steadily leap into the cold waters. Carefully pushing her weight forward, she slid with ease against the mud into the water, and from there, the stream had carried her from the slope. Despite having knowing she was going to be in the cold fluids, she was still in total shock from it. Her fur was instantly penetrated by the tingling chill as the water swirled through her pink locks and loosely clung to her legs and neck. Several times did it splash into her jowls leaving her tongue cold and numb, tasteless to all but the flavor of negative degree water. Hold on!! She struggled to scream through the rage of the stream as it roared into her tall ears, but it wasn't just because the force and pressure of the water was leaving her at a disadvantage, but also because her own voice was already weakened. Her legs kicked wildly toward him, her weight being propelled forward by her own strength and the water had her beside him in no time; she instantly clenched her teeth tightly around his scruff and used all of her energy and strength to aid him to safety. But there was no safety... where were they to go? There was no way up these slippery slopes without having tumbled back into the water several more times. Luc was terrified.. for the both of them. And to think she was going to plummet into these depths with the intent of death in the first place. Just her luck ... The piercing sound of dry wood cracking against its own will deafened her momentarily; forced to look up, she watched as a massive tree branch dove front first at an angle straight into the opposing edge of the stream, lodging itself into the slope on the other side and slanting up the bank on their end. Water sprayed in her face as they just missed the branch from falling on them, but they were there soon enough that it stopped them both from getting pushed any further down stream. She managed to move herself so that her back was against the branch as they crashed into it; she sacrificed herself to cushion his own collision and thus spread all of her legs and welcomed his embrace for his safety; her forelimbs hooked around and over his shoulders in a type of hug. Her eyes, shocked, looked up towards his own, and in this freezing moment, she was mesmerized. Answer me. You've given all that I could need. Oh, but your kiss won't leave me be, cause your teeth won't stop chewing out my heart!