{ an angel should never touch ground } nikolai

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-3.png] speaking - thinking - narrative Life is a sort of complicated thing. You never know what's going to happen until it does. By then, it's often too late, or you can't think it through properly. They say that there is an inherent good in everyone, to varying amounts. I have seen enough to know this isn't true. Life cannot be defined by something so simple. If it could, then all questions would be answered and we would have nothing to live for. Then again, some of us don't have anything to live for anyway. Her paws pitter-pattered in a frenzy through the grasses as she ran, always running from the shadows and the things in them that haunted her every move. This time it was nothing more than the flash of eyes in the dusk as she'd been ready to sleep. She'd spotted them and bolted in an instant, thinking only of the last eyes to come out of the night at her. The ones that had killed all she cared for. Breathing heavily, sides heaving with the difficult process of pulling in air, she finally slowed, thoughts running through her mind. She finally stopped, thin legs quivering under her slight weight, large ears dropped out to the sides, head hanging so low to the ground that her ear tips brushed the dirt. She forced her head to rise, near-black eyes scanning the darkening world for those eyes, for anything. Finally, satisfied, she let her legs collapse, eyes slide shut, chin in the dirt. She was nearly asleep moments later, mind wandering to the dreamland where she was safe. It had been too long since she'd slept. There was that feeling, eyes on her, and it kept her awake. But this time, it wasn't there. Not anymore. At least, not until a moment later when those sensitive ears heard the softest rustle. It could have been the wind higher up, but it sent her heart aflutter, eyes back open, wide and fearful as she scrambled to her paws, looking around, frantic again. She backed up, turning as she did so, look for something, anything, to tell her which way to run. Then, it came. She'd backed right up into something warm and furry all on her own. Her heart stopped and her body froze. Oh god. She was going to die. nikolai ...letting you see through 398 words ...me now only consumes beautiful girl by broken iris, when angel's fly away by cold, anthem of the angels by breaking benjamin and wrapped in your arms by fireflight ...me forget your pain and Poor thing might just faint... I'm not quite sure yet. ...watch me fall apart

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/nik2.png] [scrolly:h(450),w(217),sy] the pattering of feet didn't bother him. the weight of the creature running didn't pronounce 'fox.' to him, he merely thought it was some bird. a squirrel. maybe an oversize one at that. but not a fox. nikolai's ears twitched every once in a while, taking in the sounds coming around him. the rather heavyset fox was wandering around the border of his troop--novelle's territory. rummaging about. scratching the dirt. peering around for any difference. but there wasn't. there never was. nothing changed, day in, day out. hardly anything knew that he would be inclined to report. if i went on any longer, i'd be rambling. so, nikolai was just tracing his paws about the place. there was no reason he had to beef himself up. it was better this way, having himself a little bit fat. after all, he was damn good at throwing his weight around. foxes everywhere cried for mercy when he sat upon their bodies. but that wasn't the point right now. the point was, the steps of another animal were gradually growing louder. closer to his general direction. then they stopped. suddenly, abruptly. but there was no harsh call, no cry of defeat. nothing to symbolize what he thought had been some sort of edible meal racing through the forest, being chased by some other. there was silence. the reynards head lifted, ears twisting to catch any new sounds. nothing, nothing at all. other than very faint panting that he wouldn't have caught if he had been walking. the larger male stepped forward, pointing his toes and tiptoeing towards whatever was hidden away. he was careful to curl his tail, lift it as to not make any motion that he was there. then he saw it. the animal. no wonder he'd mistaken her some sort of meal. she was rather small. definitely smaller than himself. with large ears. he had to tilt his head and ponder this. was she not off balance with those beastly ears? she must have sensitive hearing. being able to curl them and suck in all the noise. but it might be awfully annoying, too. what with her being able to hear even at night. could she sleep? at that moment, he realized where he was again. he felt the earth under his feet. with a whip of his tail to free it from his side, the vulpine snuck closer to her. at least, he dubbed it 'she.' had more feminine features. more small, delicate. not that women couldn't be buff and well rounded like himself. but men weren't often that small. at least.. he'd never seen a man that small. he tilted his head, lowering his nose to sniff her. however, he too, jerked back when the little vixen moved backwards. initially into him. he widened his eyes, scrambling away from her. " oh. so, you're alive then. " he said, rather rudely. perhaps bluntly. he didn't notice. to him, she appeared dead. i mean, she wasn't that big. she hadn't been moving. his mind didn't acknowledge that she'd probably been the one running through novelle territory. then it hit him. he shook his head, brain rattling. " you're trespassing on novelle territory, do you know that? " he said, drawing himself near. to his full height. apparently trying to make himself appear menacing. he did, sort of. probably more so with height difference between the two. and the fact he was obviously much heavier than she. ________________________ it's my life, 597 words it's now or never, arienne i ain't gunna live forever, nothing i just wanna live my life, feel free to make her. then nikolai will be all. 'oh dear! i killed her. i killed her! what do i do..' WHILE I'M ALIVE [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-3.png] speaking - thinking - narrative As if she hadn't already been scared enough, backing into something unknown, that rough voice sent shivers through her spine. She could feel the wind picking up, whirling around her in a frenzy with little bits of dandelion fluff. Her little body quaked as she nearly bolted but forced herself to turn instead. And there, in front of her, was a monster. He was so large it boggled her mind, and within the split second she blinked, the paranoia had masked him. It stretched him tall, as she craned her head back to stare, and left his eyes darker than a moonless sky. His fur was fringed with fire and as he opened his mouth to keep speaking, razor sharp teeth protruded, sharper even than a cat's claws. And that mouth! Oh, it could swallow her whole, and it was going to, she knew it! The eyes held discontent warped into a murderous rage by her over-active imagination, and those claws on his paws, they were dug into the ground, lengthened and curled and threatening to slice her right open for dinner. Those scars, they stick out - wounds from previous victims who had dared to try and fight back, they must have been! Of course, she'd never get one in, never leave her mark, she was too tiny - just a plaything, surely! Then, of course, she spotted the clouds darkening over head, the flash of lightning not even catching her attention as much as she loved it typically. Another shiver ran through her body before a clap of thunder accentuated it, making her literally jump off the ground a slight bit. She tried to scream, shriek bloody murder (and yes, she would break her promise for this particular moment if she had to) then turn tail and run, but instead all she managed with high pitched squeak - one that hurt even her ears, and a fennec's cries were certainly never deep to begin with - before her trembling legs wavered and she collapse, mind black haunted with glow eyes and flickering flames of a fur, her body limp. The poor little creature had fainted - though it was probably lucky she hadn't had a heart attack, or stayed awake, for as quick as it had started, the threatening storm was gone, nothing more than a mere moment thing. Nikolai ...tagged 394 ...words angels on the moon by thriving ivory; whiskey lullaby by brad paisley and allison krauss; hemorrage (in my hands) by fuel; find your love by drake ...playlist I had to pause once or twice to giggle... xD ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/nik2.png] [scrolly:h(450),w(217),sy] it was a shock, to see the young fennec respond so quickly to his prodding. i mean, he hadn't done it that hard. and he just tapped her. but there she was, staring at him in horror. honestly, he looked down at himself, raised a paw before him. craned his head around to peer at his backside. he jumped about slightly. was he really that scary? he didn't think so. he hadn't meant to be. then the clap of thunder, the approaching storm in his ears. he let out a yelp in his startled state, bouncing off to the side. she could zap him! rain hail chunks on his hide till he died. bury him, or something. and yet, it looked like she had no idea what was going on. it appeared that she was the one afraid. at that, he raised an eyebrow in the only way a fox can. nikolai stepped back, sitting on his haunches and whining in utter depression. or whatever you wanted to call it. " i killed her! i killed her. why! why! this wasn't supposed to be my plan. what was i thinking! oh dear.. " he hung his head. then realized the reynard should probably do something. it was the best option he had, really. the larger fox lumbered over to the fainted vixen, nudging her. prodding her. hoping that he really hadn't killed her. though, he noticed that just as soon as the storm had come. it'd ended. it was odd. if not for the fact that it started when she opened her eyes and saw him. nikolai would have honestly thought that it was just the weather going wonky. but when it ended in a mere instant.. that gave him something more of a twinge. he'd never say anything, though. the fennec vixen probably didn't even know what she was doing. after a moment, the swift fox reduced himself to circling her, muttering under his breath on what he should do. he was thinking on whether he should move her or something. hide her away so no other members of his troop would question what he was doing. but he wasn't sure if he should touch her. what if she woke, and had some form of a heart-attack? or tried ripping him apart where he stood? the reynard shook his head, resulting himself in sitting down, hanging his head in shame, and grumbling about first appearances. ________________________ it's my life, 421 it's now or never, arienne i ain't gunna live forever, none i just wanna live my life, sorry. school's tired me out. bleh. but i posted! WHILE I'M ALIVE

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-3.png] speaking - thinking - narrative It was a few moments before the fennec came to and the only thing that indicated her life at that point was the twitch of those giant ears. Her little heart started fluttering away as they caught the sound of breathing and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, tighter. He was muttering nonsense, at least it was nonsense to her. She slowly peeked an eye open, trying not to resume quaking with fear. All she saw was the flashing of legs occasionally as they passed by her head as he circled her. Oh dear god. He was going to eat her! That must be what he was muttering about! Hiding her away, trapping her somewhere and fattening her up for a really good meal sometime when times got rough. She couldn't help it, her breathing quickened, her rib cage expanding and collapsing in record time, as if she'd just run a mile without a break. But then there was a crack of thunder again. A bolt shot through her body, stiffening it a moment as her eyes shot open with nothing less than pure fear, even worse than when she had looked upon this strange fox. Right now, she didn't care if he was sizing her up for his next meal - he was safer than anything else. She shot to her feet, scrabbling to avoid falling flat on her face before she pummeled into his chest, burying her head there, ears flying forward to rest against his shoulders, trying to drown out the noise with his fur as she shook and the thunder grumbled louder and longer. soft whimper was drawn from her as she pressed herself closer, trying to forget what he might do to her and focus on his heartbeat. Boom boom. Boom boom. Boom boom. Soft, soothing, rhythmic. Except it totally wasn't working. nikolai ...tagged 310 ...words never ending story, see who i am and blue eyes by within temptation ...playlist still laughing xD ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/nik2.png] [scrolly:h(450),w(217),sy] the slight twitch of her ears was almost unnoticeable to the larger fox. as nikolai was just worriedly circling her, he hadn't noticed. that is, until the crack of thunder broke through the near silence. at that loud noise, the reynard ducked down, forcing himself to the ground. his heart beat faster than normal, however slowed when he realized the vixen was burying herself in his fur. with a startled gasp, he forced himself to stay in place, before watching the small fennec. the waft of fear and unease that came off of her was huge. in waves. it choked him almost. he closed his eyes, attempting to use those strong emotions and ease them down. that was what he was capable of doing, anyway. calming down the pheromones that circulated. morph them into different emotions. it usually worked. he just hoped it would work in this situation. she was so bent out of shape. so worried, scared. the feelings that came off her were in waves. suffocating, and he had to stop them. ease them up. it was like he was telling her to roll her shoulders. relax, take a breath. he suspected the idea that she might have some sort of control over the weather. why else would thunder and lightning be booming and then disappearing without a trace? it didn't add up. so he calculated that she must be controlling it. however, by the looks of it. she wasn't doing a very good job. ________________________ it's my life, 250 it's now or never, arienne i ain't gunna live forever, none i just wanna live my life, argh. muse died. sorry. i'll boost it next time. WHILE I'M ALIVE [/scrolly]