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Post by Thirteen on Nov 12, 2008 18:47:52 GMT -5
Striding along one of the less-walked paths of Acerbus, ancient Lycan Thirteen allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts. Her last weeks had been strange, but interesting, and it was nice to finally have a chance to think. Around her, the only sounds were the soft heartbeats of animals, the slight rustle as they moved through the tall grass, and the brush of Thirteen's beautiful olive legs as the tall grass brushed against them. She was wearing jean shorts (the cool weather didn't really affect her) and a lovely emerald green top, just low enough to accentuate certain features, but not overtly "sexy." Not today, at least.
She was old, but did not look it. In fact, her age was perceived by humans as her early twenties, and she adored this; life was long for a Lycan like her. But life had just as many downfalls when it was so long as this.
But on this night, the cons of life were not on Thirteen's mind. In fact, she was thinking of another... another Lycan. One whom she knew she could never love, but found herself loving all the same. He was handsome and strong and quite like the features she always sought in a mate. But Tarik could not be her own, for they were of warring packs. For over two thousand years, the packs had fought; could she allow herself to let got of all that hatred and strife, just for love?
Love had never seemed to be enough,so why would the love of this man be enough? Moving through the grass so gracefully that it seemed like it was parting in front of her, Thirteen continued to contemplate her feelings for this man, and her feelings about the war. Could it ever stop? Did she want it to stop?
Her mind was so far off in it's own wanderings that it did not fully register the approach of another...
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 12, 2008 23:08:10 GMT -5
Darin wandered outside the city, contemplating what had gone on a few weeks ago. There was probably no possible way he was going to ever have what he had prayed and dreamed of. Perhaps there was a chance, but so far Sekhmet showed no signs. He sighed softly and walked, wandering into a field. He didn't pay attention to where he was going until he looked up and almost crashed into someone. He blinked and stepped back, only to look at Sekhmet and then look around, wondering how long she would not notice him. He decided against it, and spoke softly.
"Sekhmet..." |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 13, 2008 0:45:51 GMT -5
Jumping slightly, a snarl of surprise ripped through her throat and claws extracted, ready for defense. But when she turned, Thirteen was rather surprised to see Azetipin standing there. "When did you get here?" she demanded, amazed she hadn't been paying any attention. If it had been anyone else, Thirteen knew she could have been dead. But why had he just not done it?
The Egyptian goddess of old almost smiled, but stopped herself. Claws retracted and snarl stopped, but Thirteen didn't know what to feel. Taking a step back, she sighed and ran a hand through her long, luxurious hair as she took a second to calm herself. Her peaceful thoughts had been interrupted-- but was he here to make her feel worse, or to make her concerns go away.
Thirteen could no longer hear the heartbeats of all the animals; she could only hear her own. The grass against her legs no longer felt soft; it felt abrasive, like Tarik's personality against her own. Thirteen could no longer smell the heat of the fading day; she could only smell the scent that surrounded Azetipin Khons, a part of who he was. Dusk had taken a turn Thirteen hadn't expected in the slightest. How could I not have foreseen this? She thought, scolding herself for not paying attention at all.
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 0:20:54 GMT -5
Darin blinked and took a step back at the sight of her claws. He took a breath and resumed his spot when she demanded when he got there. He looked at her with a slight smart ass look, but he softened and sighed softly. He stuck his hands in his pockets and gave her a bow of his head.
"I only got here a minute ago. I almost ran right into you. Forgive my intrusion Sekhmet, I meant no harm. I'm sorry are surprised you". |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 0:27:47 GMT -5
Thirteen sighed and shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her to block herself from Tarik a little. "Call me Thirteen," she said, trying to be a bit more casual. "It's my name for now." It was weird to ask him to call her by this, but it seemed her name, combined with his voice, induced the memories she somewhat preferred to flee from.
"What did you come out here for? I've never really spent any time outside this city, but it's so peaceful." Suddenly, Thirteen realized how short her shorts were and her top seemed more low-cut; why did Tarik make her feel so self-conscious? It wasn't as if she had ever been any different around him; the clothing of the Egyptians had been revealing in some ways as well... but it seemed different in this day, somehow. She couldn't explain it.
Without really thinking, Thirteen reached down and tugged at the bottom of her shorts. Her hand rustled through the long grass, reminding her momentarily of the reeds along the banks of the Nile. Of course, this dry grass was not very much like the reeds, but with Tarik around, that's what Thirteen thought of.
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 0:38:36 GMT -5
Darin looked at her and chuckled softly.
"I dunno if I can call you.. Thirteen? I had grown so accustom to calling you Sekhmet. I shall try if you really wish me to. In any case, you can call me by any of my names.. or Darin. I would respond to either".
He stayed silent and watched her, her every movement and how her face looked. He couldn't see why on earth he denied himself for so long what he knew when he was growing up. Some destinies you simply know when looking into a person's face or eyes. He looked down at his jeans and t-shirt. It was fairly long and he noticed her fuss over her short shorts and shirt. He smiled alittle and then slowly took off his shirt, leaving under tank top on. He then took a simple step forward as he held it out.
"I came out here for a walk, for peace of mind. I somehow got that regardless. And you shouldn't fuss with your clothing.. Sek.. Thirteen. You look as beautiful as always, but here. I think my t-shirt should cover you up better if you really don't wish to be that exposed to me", he said softly. |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 0:52:41 GMT -5
As soon as Tarik vocalized he had noticed what she had been doing, Thirteen blushed and shook her head. "No," she said, feeling stubborn. Something in the way he spoke, though, made Thirteen soften her voice as she added, "Thank you, though." It was odd; she wasn't normally one to thank another person; in fact, Thirteen never really said it. But he was being kind and she felt a bit... obligated to return it.
He had called her Thirteen, but it sounded so odd coming from his lips. Along with this, though, it made Sekhmet feel a bit more separated from Tarik, which was probably a good thing. She knew she was resisting something deep within because she could feel her heartstrings screaming out for him, trying to move her whole body closer to his. But she could not allow that.
"The solitude this place allows one to think rather freely," the Lycan stated, trying to move the subject to less intimate matters. "I was doing much of what you said you had come out here for. If you would like to continue on your way, I would understand; this seems to be a place for silence, I would not want to mar yours with words."
Really, Thirteen would have loved to stay and try to figure out the inner workings of Tarik's mind, but the way he was looking at her made her feel insanely drawn to him. It was difficult after all those years of hatred, to just let it all go. Her father would never allow such an alliance, so Thirteen didn't even want to get into anything with Tarik. Besides, if she was disowned, Thirteen would never become the next leader of the Azuko pack. Not that this was her only desire, but she didn't want to shame her father by loving someone of the Intaro pack, especially the offspring of the traitor.
Loving? Thirteen thought, momentarily surprised. Looking up, she met Tarik's gaze. Her eyes were still a bit hardened towards him, but she could not help wondering why he was looking at her as if he was a pup in love for the first time.
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 1:04:05 GMT -5
He nodded and smiled before putting his shirt back on. He then looked back to her as she spoke. It seemed so odd to hear her say those words. Did she really want him to go? The idea seemed to hurt him in some way or another. Was he really the same pup now? Even though he was a grown adult? He had to shake his head, to both the question of leaving and that nothing was different. He nibbled his lip softly and kept his smile.
"No, its quite alright Thirteen, I am done with my thinking. Well that is unless you actually would prefer me to leave. I am sorry that I make you uncomfortable, I wish I didn't, I've become more content with your company as before", he said, saying her new name in the same way he had been calling her by her orginal. |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 1:11:19 GMT -5
How many lovers had Thirteen had since the Intaro had broken off from the original pack? How many in the past few years alone? Why did her name sound so sweet when Tarik spoke it, no matter what name it was? Again Thirteen felt a pang in her heart that made her want to pull it out so it wouldn't hurt so badly.
The pain was one she felt could never be satiated... but her heart didn't know that and there was no way to tell it. "I see no problem with continuing on together,," Thirteen said, even as she thought that she should perhaps leave so nothing would happen. Something new churned within her. Though she did no realize it, Thirteen was experiencing hope for the first time since her mother passed away. Life was emerging from within her heart, and it was all brought out by Tarik's very presence.
"What is it you were thinking about, Tarik?" Thirteen asked, turning and beginning to walk again.
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 1:17:16 GMT -5
(Sowwy.. Forgive me.. But I need to lay down.. I'm not feeling so good)
Darin smiled and nodded, walking to stand next to her before slowly walking with her. Her question made him stop and blush. He sighed and closed his eyes before he looked at her.
"In honesty, I was thinking about the pain or hurt I felt when you asked if I wanted to leave. Actually, more so thinking about how nothing has changed since then.. ever after all these years, I still have feelings of this indescribable love. Perhaps puppy love all over again, but that is the truth. And even with that, hope and contentment". |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 1:23:05 GMT -5
((Aw don't worry about it! I hope you feel better!!))
A blush as hot as fire covered Sekhmet's cheeks. Her stomach churned with excitement, confusion, fear. Her heartbeat quickened and seemed to reach for Tarik's... but that couldn't be.
"I... Tarik..." Thirteen sighed again, trying to slow the beat of her heart. Running her hand through her hair again, Thirteen tried to think of how to word what she was going to say, wish she could tell him what she truly desired to say. "It's impossible, Tarik. There has been too much between our people. Besides, my father would disown me and there would be no direct heir for the Azuko throne. I can't do that to him."
She was tempted to tell him they were too different, but were they? They had grown up together. In fact, Sekhmet remembered the days when they were still children when she would tackle Azetipin and the others. Always, she would end up biting on Azetipin's ear, for she had liked him even then. "It's too late," she whispered, so soft that the sound blended with the sound of the grass rustling around them. But Sekhmet knew Tarik would hear, for he heard every word she said. But he could not heat the words of her heart.
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 16:29:28 GMT -5
Darin's heart seemed to break and yet skip a beat. He lowered his head and sighed. It was never too late, but perhaps there was no chance for him at all. She was so worried about her father disowning her that she would deny anything else? She did confuse him, but then again, somehow she really didn't. She was scared about something more it seemed. Darin looked at her and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and spoke softly.
'It is never too late.. and I wouldn't care if my father disowned me, because in reality, we are the last of their bloodlines, and they would never disown us because they would want their legacy to carry on. If you wish to deny yourself, then you are making a decision that will keep things the way they are. Don't deny anyone or anything, take it in.. Please don't deny me when I've finally been given the opportunity and courage to open up to you. I think your mother forsaw this Thirteen.. She knew and your father accepted.. but after what my father did, denied it. It would seem like a Romeo and Juliet situation, but it will never be as so. The Packs need change.. and peace. I want change and peace...and a new life". |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 19:33:38 GMT -5
There was that confusing word again! "Peace?" Sekhmet demanded, stopping and turning to face Tarik. "Do you really think that if we joined together two packs which have so long been fighting, that there would actually be peace? When has there ever been peace, Azetipin Khons? We watched the Egyptians fight, watched the Greeks war and experienced every form of hatred... and you still believe in this ridiculous concept? My mother was the same as you, always believing. But I never understood where she was getting the idea from. Where in your heart does peace make sense?"
She felt a growl arise in her throat from nowhere and tried to suppress it, not fully able to. The growl was short, but filled with frustration and confusion; why could she never understand peace as her mother did, as Tarik did? What did they have that she didn't? Her father had given up on peace between packs long ago, taking Thirteen along with those beliefs, but where had peace become incomprehensible to her?
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Post by Darin Astennu on Nov 16, 2008 19:49:33 GMT -5
Darin looked at her, he saw every emotion and he figured now was the time. It was either do or don't, he had so many things welling in him that he felt like bursting. He took a confident step forward and then moved to be completely right infront of her, his face lowered to be eye to eye to her.
"It wouldn't be war and killing each other. Mindless murder. If you really wish to understand, then let yourself be open Thirteen. How do you accomplish peace through war? Especially like ours, its simple.." he spoke softly before he inched in and gently cupped her cheek before placing a soft kiss on her perfect lips. When he moved back he whispered, " Love... Peace through love". |
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Post by Thirteen on Nov 16, 2008 20:00:55 GMT -5
She couldn't move. Even if she had truly wanted to, Thirteen wouldn't have been able to take her eyes off Tarik; he was so intense, so serene as he spoke to her. Even his movements were... perfect. His hand felt hot on her cheek, as if his mark would never leave her, even though his touch was as gossamer as a snowflake. Where had such gentleness come from someone who was so strong, so intense?
Before she realized it, Thirteen was being kissed in a way she had never been kissed before. A heart which had long hardened itself from love began to beat again. Without a thought, Thirteen's hands reached up, twining in Tarik's hair as she held herself close to him. She never wanted to move again; here was where she was supposed to be. Who cared of what her father would think... wait... Father... The thought ran through Sekhmet's head and she hesitated for a moment.
"Peace through... love..." She repeated, trying to grasp Tarik's words. Was that possible? Love being the cure to her problems, her pack's problems? Peace through love... Repeating the words in her mind, Thirteen brushed her lips over Tarik's, hesitating only for a moment as she did so. Was this even right, for the two of them? But her mother was right about so many things, so how could she question what her mother seemed to know thousands of years ago?
No longer could Thirteen deny it; she was doing her best to accept what Neith had read in the stars so many years ago, and she was greatly succeeding.
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