standing in the rain { sorren }

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] SMALL white ears, barely visible atop the fluffy head of the arctic fox, flicked nervously at every noise. she was awfully close to the fantome's territory, even though she knew she shouldn't be. she wasn't a fighter, even though she was the alphess of rustique. she'd gained her rank with her swift thinking, her intelligence- maybe a bit of her wits. needless to say, she was pretty useless in defending herself unless she was talking her way out of something. THE alphess would usually brought along a warrior fox when straying too close to another territory border- or even the beta or alpha, but today, she just wanted to be alone. with her ice powers growing stronger as the moons went by, she could only dread every upcoming day. what if they grew so strong that someone found out? they could blackmail her. they could tell everyone. she'd be thrown from her alphess position and the troop as a whole. and where would she go? the fantome? the novelle? MALICE could not imagine living anywhere else than where she grew up. BUT as she stared into the other troop's territory, she began to wonder what it was like in the fantome's troop. where she wouldn't have to hide her powers. she wouldn't be judged for having a father who had powers. having a traitor mother. A TRAITOR. AT that thought, was when she realized she'd crossed the border line of the fantome's territory. taking a deep breath to calm herself, the small fox, pressed her body close to the ground, ears flat against her skull, tail hanging behind her loosely. as she began to slink back towards her territory, she swore she heard rustling not too far away. she could only hope it was her imagination, her right ear forcing up to swivel and listen to the 'noise' she'd heard. THIS was so unlike her- losing herself in her thoughts and trailing on another troop's territory. malice couldn't help but curse her stupidity, wondering where her father's intelligence went. he'd be disappointed in her for something so silly. ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 364 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, standing in the rain by eliminate but there's no place to fall, two am... teehee [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-2.png] speaking - thinking - narrative It was actually a decent day. Not that it took much to make the Fantome beta happy, but still. For once, his father had not given him a dirty look (or at least, not while Sorren was looking at him), his sister had left him alone (alright, fair enough, she was busy and he'd slunk out before she could become other wise), and his mother had actually said hello to him for the first time this week (that, at least, was an improvement). He'd even been humming half the way here like the imbecile everyone thought he was, trotting and prancing along like he was on top of the world. Because he so totally was. ... In his mind. But then, then something had to go and ruin it! A scent wafted across his nose - a Rustique, and on his side of the border no less! There was a soft growl rumbling in his chest, though he didn't let it out quite yet, just quieting it and moving on silently through the bushes. He didn't even paused as white fur caught his sight - he took off like a bullet towards it, leaping with a snarl towards her, cleverly aimed to where she should run to if she had any sense, rather than aiming at where she stood now. Though - he did make sure to angle his legs in midair so that it looked like he had aimed to where she currently stood, what most would do. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a little back up. Flames in the shape of foxes popped up to pace on the sides he didn't want her to move towards, practically aiming to herd her into his landing zone so he could crash into her, get a good offensive start. He was all for not fighting - but you didn't just up and trespass! That was just plain rude. Honestly. Who did she think she was? The Rustique alphess? Malice ...tagged 334 ...words architects and make it stop (september's children) by rise against; criminal by britney spears; stand in the rain by superchick ...playlist <3 ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] small round ears that could only belong to such a petite and fluffy fox such as an arctic flicked back as she heard a noise, warning her that she was not alone anymore. alarm spread across malice's features as she realized that this was one of the worst possible things that could have happened while alone on another territory. and no- this fox didn't even ask questions- as soon as she was turning around, he was leaping towards her aggressively. did he even know who she was!? apparently not! well she was the alphess of rustique and she was getting hell out of here. but no- her exit was cut off but flames in the shape of foxes- giving her nowhere to run. terror and adrenaline raced through the genius fox's veins, trying to dodge through the foxes made of fire. it didn't work all too well, and she soon found herself being barreled into. the breath was knocked from those lungs of hers, brown eyes widening further than before from just the fear, but now the startling offensive attack and the pain that it caused as she crashed into the ground. and when the alphess said that this male fox was hot- she meant hot as in temperature. maybe she was just sensitive to him because of her forming ice powers... or maybe he was just really that hot. whatever it was- it was uncomfortable and terrifying- he was going to burn her! he was insane for even thinking he could get away with something like this! she didn't care if this wasn't her territory- she would not put up with such treatment, especially when she was so defenseless- all alone. "get your fat tail OFF of me! do you have any idea who i am?!" malice howled in an outrage, her eyes narrowed, and her muzzle shoved right in front of the now-noticeable silver and black and almost rusty brown colored fox. her muzzle almost pressed against his, resisting the urge to just bite his face. only reason she didn't? she didn't want to be bitten back- especially on her gorgeous face. okay- maybe she wasn't that gorgeous... but she didn't want some chicken-brained fox scarring her up needlessly. she'd rather just talk her way out of it. or yell and boss her way out of it. whichever would work best in the end. ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 409 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, john deux trois by of mice & men but there's no place to fall, woooo more babbling... lololol [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-2.png] speaking - thinking - narrative He grinned as he pinned her, but when she didn't fight back - sure she struggled a bit, but that was expected - he didn't push it and finally got a good look at her. Arctic, for certain, so he looked into those eyes. Angry as they were - and dear lord were they angry! - there was something about them that kept him staring a moment. Let's just say he didn't even hear what she said and leave it at that. Mostly because it was a bit of a toss up between whether he wasn't paying attention, was too distracted or simply didn't care. Either way, her voice at least snapped him out of it and he blinked twice with a snort of laughter, not quite derisive but not quite amused either. More like somewhere in between. Now, now, you should know better than to come on Fantome territory. Just cause I passed up alpha doesn't mean I'm not gonna chase trespassers - Rustique or otherwise - off just as fast. There was a cocky arrogance to his words as he let the flame foxes disappear - for now - then shifted off her, side stepping neatly to do so eyes still raptly on her, head tipped to the side out of nothing but sheer curiosity. She'd been cold - oddly so. And he might seem stupid, but he sure as hell wasn't. There wasn't enough difference most would be able to tell, but he'd felt it. He was warmer than most after all. It was like a warm tongue on ice - you felt it immediately. A cold nose, however, hardly felt it as quickly. Though what a single Rustique would be doing here, I've no idea. Is it anything to do with a lower body temperature? And don't try lying, I'm used to being around foxes at a normal temperature and given my... excessive heat... I'm rather sensitive to a bit of a chill. malice ...tagged 335 ...words check yes juliet, headlines read out, and all again for you by we the kings ...playlist <3 ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] malice's fur bristled with that fox on top of her and she couldn't quite put her paw on it, why she was so irritated. was it because she was flustered with such a good looking fox on top of her? the heat that made her feel like she was on fire? maybe she could get used to that. the fact she'd been caught so carelessly wandering on another troop's territory and was now at that specific troop's mercy? she'd really gotten herself into a mess here, and she wasn't entirely sure she could boss her way out of it this time. but when she heard what the silver fox said, she couldn't believe her ears. he'd passed up on being alpha!? was he serious? she wouldn't have passed up being alpha for the world! "are you NUTS?! how could you pass up being an alpha!? as soon as i had that chance, i took it. and i haven't regretted it since!" well, that was a lie, but it wasn't obvious or anything. she had regretted taking the position a few times- when she'd found out she had powers. now if she ever got found out, she wouldn't just be kicked out, she'd probably be nearly killed in the process- she had no doubt. there were still foxes in the troop that had known and disliked her father for his powers. and when sorren shifted off of her, she quickly shifted to her paws, staying in a low, crouched, and defensive position. she'd be prepared to bolt if he threw anything at her, though she doubted she'd be getting out of here on her terms. he had the upper paw, and she sure as hell knew he wouldn't let that shift. but it was his last string of words that had the arctic fox shaking in that fluffy fur of hers. those tiny ears flattened against her skull, hiding the fear and doubt, replacing it with anger and defensiveness. "what are you accusing me of?" she hissed, forgetting how her anger or fear tended to control her powers more than anything else. nothing more than a hint of frost lapped at the grass below her fuzzy paws, so it may or may not have gone unnoticed by the dark fox in front of her and she resisted the urge to choke on her words and gasp. "i'm just sick," she blatantly lied. "just let me go back to my territory." the pretty fox almost sounded defeated, at the thought he might have figured her out. and this was why she usually never let any fox get close enough to touch her. ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 459 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, campus martius by keep shelly in athens but there's no place to fall, ; _ ; <3 [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-2.png] speaking - thinking - narrative Eh. It was my father's dream, not mine. Admittedly, he hasn't spoken to me since, and my mother hardly has, but... I don't regret it. The responsibility? I'd rather not have it. Not to mention, have you seen an alpha's face after a few months? It gets all serious and stuff. He replied, looking rather put off by the fact she thought everyone would think like her, that everyone would be like her. Stuck up is what she was! But yet... the complete opposite of Mahari. Mahari was always agreeing with him, like he was the smartest fox in the world. And, okay, maybe he was really smart, but that didn't make him right. The only time she fought back was when it was his father or mother's opinions that clashed with his own. Like the idea he should be a father by now, or at least soon. So not going to happen. Except the amused look on his face softened as she went defensive. He let his head lower, shrinking down from the proud stance that made him look larger than he was. He could regain control in an instant, he knew, so he was willing to let his guard lapse at least a little bit. And he could definitely make it look like it had all but disappeared. It's alright. It's not something you can control, having powers. It happens. You want to be loyal to your birth troop. I get it. What you have upon birth shouldn't dictate your life, or who you choose to care for. I won't tell anyone. But it's weak enough in you, you could learn to control it. No sudden outbursts, no chill left on another fox when you touch them. He replied softly, voice soothing and surprisingly mature considering everything he'd said, every topic he'd brought up. It was easier to pretend, to be some reckless fool no one would want as alpha anyway. Then he only had to deal with his family's disappointment. His eyes skimmed the tops of the grass blades, though kept an eye on her legs in his peripherals, so that he was still aware. Still, the arrogance broke for a moment. You're lucky in that, you know. My sister's paws are all burnt and scarred from trying to stop the bleeding of any wounds I get. It doesn't matter what I do. The fire's in my blood, and it isn't so easily quenched as a simple flame. malice ...tagged 435 ...words borderline/open your heart by glee; paparazzi by lady gaga; stereo hearts by gym class heros; hey juliet by lmnt ...playlist total softie <3 lol ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] "so you didn't want it even after you had the chance? i bet you didn't even have to work that hard for it since it wasn't even your dream and yet you had the chance anyways." the small vixen was definitely surprised, wide brown eyes just staring curiously at the other for a moment, trying not to feel ashamed at her babbling. "gets all serious? obviously," malice scoffed, shrugging her shoulders a little, that white fur of hers still fluffed out. "you have a whole troop you have to take care of. i like the responsibility. but that's why there's an alpha, alphess, and beta. so they can work together." and she sure seemed proud at the fact she had the chance to work together with two other foxes. it was a great privilege in her opinion. she felt herself relax slightly when it was apparent he was relaxing as well. she knew he still had the upper paw and could still get at her if he wanted, so she didn't attempt to bolt, she just listened to him, her ears remaining against her skull. the embarrassment was obvious, a look of pure shame on her face, her ears warmer than normal. he only talked so easily of this because he was in a troop where it was widely accepted and encouraged. and she made sure he knew that was how she felt. "you only say that because you're in a troop where powers are accepted. you can't understand how it is! if they knew, they'd throw me out. and i have no doubt they'd even do worse. they kicked my father out for having powers." the alphess's words were hissed, almost like a cat, but she sounded more afraid than angry. but it's weak enough in you, you could learn to control it. no sudden outbursts, no chill left on another fox when you touch them. those words had the white fox curious, and eager too. she could hide them a lot better if she learned how to control the powers. and her intelligent side- oh no, it couldn't resist learning more about what she had no idea about. "would you teach me?" she asked now, sympathy flaring in her eyes- a very obvious emotion- as he spoke of his sister. it made her wonder if she could control these powers better.. if she could stop his bleeding. by cooling it down first. or maybe it'd burn her worse because of the fact she had such a cold body temperature. she supposed she'd never know. she didn't really want to see him bleed anyways. ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 451 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, in the moment, mark kelso but there's no place to fall, she talked a lot XD [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-2.png] speaking - thinking - narrative I say it because it's true. You think all Fantome are born with powers? We get powerless kits, naturally you would get powered kits. It's uncontrollable what you are or are not born with. It doesn't change the consequences of being the unlucky one, but it also doesn't make it your fault. He insisted, willing to be just as stubborn if it meant getting through that thick skull of hers. It was fear, he knew, that had her gripping to that reality she had in her head. The idea that everyone was equal, no matter their genetics, it was a hard one to grasp. He had often hated his powers and wished them gone. True, he belonged in his pack and undeniable wouldn't be kicked out, nor attacked, by them. But that didn't make him any happier there. As he glanced up, he spotted the sympathy. He almost didn't recognize what it related to. He was so used to everyone praising his exceptional gift. They called it a gift! Hah. Curse, more like. He'd watched some enemies gargle to their deaths, mouths burning and throat closing over. Asphyxiated. Just by biting him. Figuring out that she actually felt sorry for him for the cards he'd been dealt, that took him a moment to comprehend. In the process, he nearly missed her question. He blinked a few times, bringing his mind back from the tangents it had nearly gone off on. I... I don't know anything about ice. But... I can try, I suppose. It can't be that different. He looked hesitant a moment, glancing around nervously, as if he'd be caught any moment. But no one was out here, no one ever came this far at this time of day. Still, it wouldn't be safe forever... no, this would not be the spot to help her. Still looking away, a few more words tumbled out as they were prone to do, just a mere mumble that nearly blurred together into one long word. Hell, it can't be worse. He set his jaw a moment as he thought. They couldn't meet on the territories - that much was obvious. The risk was far too great. It would be good to have water around though, seeing as she did control ice. He hadn't been out of territory often, but he had on occasion - he'd been a rebellious young warrior, and had been brought a few places to learn to control his powers away from things that could cause catastrophes. He merely had to remember where everything was. His next words were chosen carefully, not sure she'd be particularly fond of the idea of leaving "home ground". The spiderweb would be a good spot. Out of territory, safe from prying eyes. I remember a cavern behind the waterfall, as well, good for hiding if necessary and rock is almost always good for containment. malice ...tagged 500 ...words haven't been paying attention... xD ...playlist i feel this is terrible, but maybe that's just exhaustion talking... ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] malice made a face at sorren's words- her muzzle scrunching up in response. the unlucky one- a wonderful way to put it. in some ways, she'd been the lucky one- for most of her kithood actually. well, until her parents were kicked out of the troop. that was when everything went downhill- she lost her family, she gained her powers... but then again she did gain the alphess position. how she had with these powers, she wasn't sure, but she couldn't bring herself to completely regret the chance she'd been given. but she'd been pretty good at hiding those powers until now- no one knew, besides this fantome fox- they all thought she was just picky of who got their paws on her. and here she was, asking for this silver fox's help. and it terrified her. how could she trust him? why would he help the alphess of his enemy troop? they'd both be betraying their so-called families. this wasn't safe, and the way she felt shone in her eyes. doubt, worry. if they got caught... they'd truly be screwed. but as this reynard spoke, she found herself calm a little. he'd agreed to help her. that white fur that had been puffed out, not unlike a cat, laid back down against her shoulders and back, her ears perking instead of gluing themselves against that small skull of hers. her tail even began to swipe back and forth- slowly, almost relaxed, dubbing that the other wasn't going to hurt her- and if he was, he sure didn't seem like it. malice surely did not let her guard down, but she definitely seemed more relaxed than she had mere moments ago. "i actually... haven't been there," the vixen admitted, her lips turning in embarrassment. "you may have to show me." she hadn't really been outside of the territory- the elders in the troop tended to try and keep her within the borders, as if they were fearful that she'd run off to find her parents. they knew how her mother was, and truly assumed she'd be the same. fall for a fox outside of the troop. one with powers. and she was kind of afraid of that herself. the last thing she wanted to do was betray those who she was supposed to protect. and that's what she was doing, planning with this enemy fox. learning to protect them- she'd learn to control her powers, and act like a normal, powerless fox, just like the rest of them. but she wasn't entirely positive she'd enjoy living like that. ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 450 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, angel with a shotgun by the cab but there's no place to fall, wweeeeeeeee [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Survivor%20Guilt/middle-2.png] speaking - thinking - narrative He glanced up to the sky, finding the sun, determining its position. Oh yeah, he'd already missed his mid-afternoon get together with his sister. He'd been dreading going, he always did. She had a habit of making it into more of a scolding session, where he was always the bad guy. If he was late, being later wouldn't make it any worse. In fact, it would increase the chances he could simply say he'd been checking the border like he was technically supposed to do daily. In fact, the longer the better. Mostly just because he didn't feel like dealing with it right now. Right, well, Cota's already going to be yelling at me anyway and I'd rather not run into Mahari in the process. Come on. If you had anything important to do, you wouldn't be out here. Follow me. Perking his ears, his eyes smiling, he openly turned his back to her - sure, it gave her an opportunity to attack, but he doubted she would and if she did, he still had the upper hand. He almost always had the upper hand, just because of how hot his blood ran. He picked up a trot, moving along the border, close enough she could go on her own territory and still see him. He hoped she would - her scent would catch the attention of the warriors otherwise. Still, he didn't tell her to, just paid attention. If she didn't go over, he'd just let a trail of fire follow the in the air, enough to hide her scent and his beneath the smell of smoke. However, they were close enough to the edge of the territories and as he bounded through the undergrowth, he knew the change immediately just from the lack of a small path well-worn by patrolling paws. And once off territory, well. The seriousness was gone, at least for the most part, as he leaped and bounded through the foliage, taking an occasional snap at a leaf before he'd pause to look back and check on her, jaw dropped open in a grin, eyes glittering. There was no hiding out here. You could say and do what you wanted, be whoever you wanted to be. There were no rules, no governing bodies or disapproving families. He slowed as he found a stream and followed it upriver as it weaved and twisted and turned. The shadows of fish typically fascinated him, but today he wasn't even thinking about them. The stream widened a bit and he knew the pond was soon by the crashing of falling water. He paused at the edge of the clearing, the sun glittering off the many streams that broke off from the pond, the cascading water loud but beautiful and sparkling. With an elated yip, he took off, full speed, paws finding their way on a well-remembered path before he jumped from stone to stone. His paws slid on the wet stones, but he had done this enough times to know that if he moved fast enough it wouldn't matter. He paused on a larger one, skidded forward a bit before he slid to a stop and turned to look at her, eyes bright, ears up. Welcome to the Spiderweb- ...Uh. What's your name? It was only now he realized they'd never properly introduced themselves and he had no idea who she was - beyond the fact she was the Rustique alphess of course. malice ...tagged 592 ...words check yes juliet by we the kings; just the girl by the click five; about a girl by the academy is; your guardian angel by the red jumpsuit apparatus; here it goes again by ok go ...playlist <3 ...notes

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/mal2.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(470),sy] small white ears perked at the silver fox's words, though he did not exactly respond to them. she figured the other would assume she'd follow- and she did, trailing after him, her eyes locked on that thick tail of his. it was gorgeous- as if it was meant to be on a female fox instead of a male. but she couldn't deny the fact she was a little jealous. being an arctic fox, her tail was shorter- she'd give anything for a longer tail. of course, thickness wasn't an issue though, her whole body was fluffed with thick and almost excessive fur. she sometimes liked how much fur she adorned- it made her look bigger than she was, and sometimes startled enemies. but it always meant it was getting tangled, things like leaves and twigs would get caught in the velvety fur. it also meant she spent a LOT of time grooming to get it looking nice, and to keep it that way. shaking her head a little, malice cleared her thoughts of her fur issues, shifting over to her side of the border, not wanting to leave even more of her scent on the other troop's territory than she already had. she made no move to attack him- the option and thought never even crossed the alphess's mind. but she sure could feel her paws itching with curiosity- on how this 'spiderweb' would look. it better not include spiders. she hated spiders. malice shivered at the thought, hoping that practicing her powers with this fox would not strengthen them, just give her more chance to control the strength of it already. she didn't want to have to work even harder to keep them under wraps. she couldn't imagine life in another troop.. or alone, as an outsider. it'd be purely awful- she wouldn't be looked at as an alphess anymore, but a dirty mutt-outsider. but as the reynard next to her ran off, sounding excited, she had to assume they were there now- at the spiderweb. after all, all of the scents of the troop seemed to disappear, sending a sense of elation through her chest. taking a deep inhale and gazing around at the beautiful scenery, malice had to resist the urge to let out a sigh of what felt like relief. it felt like just being out of the territory let all of her responsibilities float off of her shoulders. "it's amazing," she breathed, glancing at the fantome fox as he slid up to her, feeling immediately embarrassed. her ears warmed, hoping he hadn't caught her awe for the area- she was faithful to her troop. she didn't need anywhere but her territory. this was only for business purposes. but she supposed she could loosen up a little bit. "thank yo- oh, um, i'm malice. sorry," she said sheepishly, right ear flicking, and her head tilting. "and you are?" ________________________ everyone thinks that i have it all, 498 nobody knows i'm all alone, sorren living in this castle made of stone, after hours by the secret 6, remora by endless hallway, becky starz by forever the sickest kids, and guilty by bonham but there's no place to fall, i love pandora.. XD [/scrolly]