FALLING [open]

[FALLENBLOOD]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/ZZp5T.png] "You lazy bastard," came the soft voice from his right. Inuakamori didn't even bother opening his eyes, merely turned a single ear in her direction. He had been in the same position for nearly two hours now, lying beneath a fairly young oak in the middle of the city's park - on his stomach, his head lowered on his crossed fore-legs, his muscles relaxed and his eyes closed as he snoozed in the late afternoon sunlight (relishing in the warmth on his short-haired pelt). The weather had been calm today, with naught but wind to disturb him. Even now it blew across the small park, buffeting the contours of his frame gently and playing havoc with his long-haired scruff, whispering in the grass and blowing in his ear- His eyes snapped open and he lurched away to his paws, his vision searing to white at the sudden onslaught of the sunlight. He turned to bare his long teeth at the 'breeze' in his ear, letting out a grizzly bear growl as he glared balefully at the giggling female before him. His first thought was that she was simply striking in the setting sunlight, despite his upset at being so rudely disturbed. She was not the most beautiful (or the most flaunted) but through his gaze she was the reincarnation of Aphrodite herself, a Goddess gifted directly to him. Stray strands of pale light filtered across her laughing blue eyes - eyes that had been so shy when he had first met her, yet eyes that he had lived his life by since meeting her then. Unfortunately, those eyes also meant that he simply could not stay mad at her for very long. They brought out of him a weary sigh, the air of silent annoyance fading away from him as he stepped closer. Of course, though, he wasn't just going to let her get away with it.. He snaked his neck out quickly to nip with mosquito-precision at the crease of her neck (the most sensitive point of her body), smirking to himself when she gasped and retorted in a similar fashion as he (only to completely belie her mood by following up the nip with a sigh against his skin as she leaned her face with utmost trust into his throat). He returned the favor by resting his chin across her slim neck, his countenance relaxing in a way it never did, even when he was resting. Only when he was with her did he allow himself the true relaxation of contentment, which is only one of the many reasons that Alejandre was so damn important to him. It was in her presence along, her sheer trust in him and her acceptance of his every side and mood (Enyo included) that meant he could actually relax and gentle his inclinations. But still, in this moment, he could sense something was wrong; she was hiding something. She had never been any good at lying, but he knew she would not tell him in her own time unless he gently pressed the matter. She needed that. She was not like him at all in that way; he did not take to being pushed well at all, and would gladly do things in his own time. Not before, not after. "Tell me, Al'je," he murmured against the shell of her ear, using his dearest nickname for her. It always softened her up and let her know he was willing to listen to whatever she had to say. He felt her stiffen slightly, the acrid scent of fear filling his nostrils, but he did not pull back. She did, however, after a moment. She stepped back to look up at him with an expression that was on part joy, one part uncertainty, and two parts trepidation. "Remember .. that day .. in this park?" Inuakamori actually grinned . But of course he remembered the day she was referring to, and his grin widened wickedly when she scuffed her claws in the sand and flopped her ears slightly, the movement a dead giveaway that she was embarrassed. That did not stop her from scowling at him, though, which made his smirk widen. She took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh, and he raised a non-existent eyebrow in response. It must have been big indeed, he mused, for her to do that. He learned just how big with her next words. "Well .. congratulations, Hell Boy. You have officially cemented your prowess as a male." "What do y- wait.." "Yes, Amor'. You're going to be a father." It was like a disease. A pathogen that floated with the air around him, inside of him; never content to leave him be, slowly eating away at his resolve. A chronic disease that slowly tore his heart and soul apart, and he wondered why exactly he had not lost his sense of self before now. Resilience, perhaps. Yes, that was exactly what it was. And Inuakamori hated it. It did not matter what would happen, how much that terminal illness known as grief and memory, broken dreams, shredded his soul .. his blessed mental strength would never let him fall, take that misstep off the high crevices of sanity. 'Amor ..' But he was so .. lonely. He could admit that, if only to himself and Enyo. He could admit to himself that the pain was what drove him on, hardened him to small matters such as hunger and cold, both things he could have avoided if he had allowed his son to stay. He was somewhat of a bother, yes, but his insight was always amusing and even a bit wise in his youth. Still, he had let it go and he had left it. As if moving about would divest him of that maddening sickness of grief and loneliness. Of memories .. well, those, for a little while, he could leave behind when he moved. Especially out here. He was not some idiot young; he had years of wisdom and experience, and it showed in the way lean muscle moved under his tan pelt with calm confidence, the dark, depthless look devoid of feeling as his gaze roamed the burning landscape, the way he paid no apparent heed to the hideous scarring of his right side, as if daring one to be stupid enough to mock him for it. With a small shake of his head, Inuakamori sighed as he took the steps down into the depths of the city, into the belly of the concrete jungle. He was in search of a particularly uncrowded area to hide himself in for a while, to rest the night away and lick his bleeding wounds in peace. And he would be sharing, too. He had not missed the scent of the female whom had made her residence in this crowded area, the estrogen burning in the air. But, unlike most, his maturity meant he had little wont to chase after a piece of female tail simply because she was there. That aside, he was still a gentleman, and even if he did nothing .. he would .. simply do nothing. Let her do as she pleased, so long as he got his rest. Should she find him, however, he prayed she would not find his injuries something particularly frightening alongside his scars. He had no patience through the pain for screaming. Inuakamori shook himself when he reached the base of the stairs, crinkling his muzzle with distaste both at the number of humans dodging around him in their rush and at the foul smell they all created in such a cramped area. A flick of the ears to the sounds, and he found the female moving on the platform .. and stopped, for just a moment. She looked like Alejandre. Damn it all. A trick of the light (just dim lighting!) that was all it was.. Shaking his head again, his gleaming yellow eyes narrowed and calmed once more as he regarded this ivory female, his dark ears turned backward in disgruntlement, his tail lying still behind him, before he turned away, his scarred side flashing just momentarily before he made his way to the wreckage of broken train-cars (where he entered one and abruptly dropped himself beneath a raised bench, scarred and bleeding side up), ear flicking back to the subtle sounds of the train station, head turned out to the crowds and eyes as sombre and pensive as the landscape around him.

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It was cold outside, not just because of the snow that was so much fun to play in but also because of the biting wind that had such a dangerous snap to it. He was pup-like yes but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an adult and as an adult he knew that if he spent too much time in the cold life would cease to flow through his body. He would become frozen himself and about as useful as a statue. He could imagine the pack putting him on display in the substation and throwing jibes at him whenever they could. He shivered at the thought, the pack was hard as it was and he had being a part of it since... well he didn’t really remember really.

It had simply being the sanctuary he had needed. Its territory had many humans yes but... they weren’t him. They made him jumpy and jittery and even more frightened than usual but they still weren’t him. They were others, they were safe. They never paid him more attention than a simple glance or a dodging movement. After all what human wanted to come in contact with the smelly street dog? At least he wasn’t scarred or rabid, those fellows often had a harder time then again... they wereoften more isolated by the humans. He was almost cute looking, it often meant the little girl pups stopped to try and pet him. He would simply dart away with his tail between his legs. Memories of floating through the ocean and her dead body looming over his mind.

He still missed her, he missed sleeping next to her each night and the words that they shared. He missed watching her run, she had being beautiful when she ran. They had looked almost identical and he had seen so much of himself in her that it felt as if a part of him had left with her. That half of him was lying on that beach, waiting for him to return. Waiting for him to come and find it but impossible to find. He shook his head, clearing his mind of her. He couldn’t be thinking of her. He couldn’t be remembering. No it wasn’t right, it wasn’t good. She needed to be forgotten. She needed to simply cease.

He cocked his head at the unfamiliar smell, every smell in the pack had Chimere woven through it yet this smell... this smell smelt of blood and gore, this smell smelt of something new, it smelt of male. Had she invited someone new into the pack? No if she had it would be a smell of blood, gore, male and her. She was missing from the smell. With an uneasy step he walked towards it. He was not border patrol he was a seeker of food and not a very good one. This was not his job... but if he just left it wouldn’t he get in even more trouble? He whined at the thought of trouble.

He walked towards it... so slowly, so cautiously. He was worried, he was scared. The blood and gore made him feel as if he was walking into danger, had Chimere lost the pack? Was it his new leader’s blood he was smelling? There were no others around... he was sure there would be others around had she lost the pack no... he was new... he was dangerous.

When he reached the cars he stopped. Entering was forbidden but... this was new, this was dangerous. Was this a threat of sorts? He growled, trying to make himself feel braver than he actually was and then he entered. He had to fight not to turn around and run out. He wasn’t allowed here... yet here he was.

”You’re not supposed to be here” was all he could think of to say. Stupid yes but he wasn’t border patrol. This had never happened to him before. He was a hunter, he was supposed to find food. Not chase off intruders.

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