Mark Of The Wolf Rp.

As soon as she took his hand he got a large shock. It was like he'd touched fire and wanted to pull his hand away. But, just as any burn, the roaring fire died down. In that instant though, he knew he could have died. He swallowed a lump in his throat, glancing down at her as she looked away. His breathing had unwillingly increased, fear drifting off of him from that one little moment of realization. This wasn't a game. He had been forcefully dragged into it. There was no prize for him. He was just a pawn in the game of chest. A knight stood over him, reading to knock him off the board at any second. While the queen stood behind, also ready to shatter him and cancel him useless in the game. The queen was her. The girl that stood in front of him. The girl that had given him that shock. The knight... He didn't want to think about it.

When instead of ripping his arm off and using it as a nice little crutch or chew toy, she shook his hand, he felt his own body relax. The tensed muscles slowly melted into a comfortable figure. He still couldn't meet her eyes, because she refused to raise them. Now her touch seemed like ice. It still hurt to an extent, cold, smooth, slippery. But ice shakes. If you notice it close enough, you can see it trembling. What was she scared of?

Slowly letting her hand go, he dropped his own to his side. He tilted his head to the side, meeting her gaze whether she wanted him to or not, and smiling. He didn't know what she seemed so startled about, but he was determined to find out. She'd helped him, why couldn't he return the favor? Maybe.. Maybe she regretted being a monster as much as he did? He chewed along his lower lip, somehow unable to think of her as a monster.

"I'm glad. I trust you."

He lifted his head up and looked around the forest. Listening carefully, he could hear a fight. He trembled at the snarls and growls, the way the forest cried upon seeing them. It was an uncontrollable tremor that crawled through his bodice and latched onto him like a chain. He couldn't pull free, he just trembled, eyes suddenly wide and pupils small and dim. He leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes tightly and willing his body to keep still. Finally, it relaxed, leaving him breathless and gasping as he slid down to sit upon the grass. The noises continued, but the rapid beating of his heart partially drowned them out.

Asa dropped her hand to her side, disappointed that she couldn't hold on any longer. She noticed how tense he had been, obviously knowing what she was capable of doing to him. But Phayte quickly relaxed as he realized he wouldn't her next meal. Someone relaxed around her was rare, almost as rare as Asa not destroying a victim. She couldn't explain to herself why Phayte was still alive and why she had backed down.

She stared back at him as he forced their eyes to meet. He was smiling... at her. A true smile. Not a smirk or a sneer, but a warming smile. Asa noticed a certain questioning in his eyes that she thought should not have been there. What did he want to know about her?

His voice was just as smooth as it had been before. He trusted her. There had to be something wrong with his sanity. Not even her own tribe fully trusted her, so how could someone who knew she would have torn them apart do so? Her mind was full of unanswered questions, but her attention was torn away to the fight that was happening nearby. She hadn't noticed the snarls and sweet smell of blood until Phayte had broken their gaze.

She turned, trying to find the general direction of the fight. The scents pointed out that it was some of the wolves she had met earlier that day. The two marked, the destined, and another she didn't remember, all mixed into one. But once again her attention was averted to Phayte as he sat against the tree breathing heavily. Such a perfect target... Another chance to devour him. She couldn't possibly. Adrenaline of flight instead of fight pumped through her. She had to leave him, as much as she loathed the idea of never seeing him again. A rash decision, but her life depended on it.

"I have to go."

Her voice was hastey and she started to pull herself away from the boy who brightened her soul with nothing but a smile.

He felt the world spinning underneath him. The whirl of it made him feel dizzy and lost. Around him the trees molded into one. A blotch of green and brown. The pine trees turned their needles to him, shooting them into his bodice. He gasped, feeling their gaze glaring at him, knowing he didn't belong. He trembled more, his hand clutching the dirt. Closing his eyes he found no sanctuary, he found only the memories he had worked so hard to erase.

He snapped open his eyes, the trees were now at standstill. No needles stuck out of him like a pincushion. He was alive, but was that a good thing? Why was it that Death seemed to be so close to taking his innocence, that he could feel Him pushing him back on the bed, he could feel His kisses down his neck and chest. Phayte could feel how He grasped his heart, yanking the muscle and holding it in His hand. With a squeeze He could kill him, with a toss He could save him. But He did neither, because He enjoyed watching him squirm.

Once again he had to pull himself out of the ocean of darkness. He glanced up at Asa as she, too, noticed the noises. He turned his head to listen to the fighting that was going on. Perhaps this was her pack? She was marked. He was not. He would not be invited to follow her. The thought of never again meeting her ripped at him in some agonizing way. In this world of hate and shadows, he had found a friend, a companion. And now, she was leaving.

He opened his mouth to ask her to stay. To beg her, plead her, to never leave him. However, this could end badly for her. Her pack could be watching them right now. As soon as she left, he would once again be on his own. Everything and everyone would be his enemy, something to fear, to hate... He didn't want that. Not again. Not when he had found a companion, or perhaps, something more..

"I..I understand."

He couldn't manage to squeeze out a farewell, a goodbye... anything. He looked down. How could he meet her gaze now? He knew his eyes would betray his own emotions. A need for her to stay. But it would complicate things for Asa. If she saw this, she may be tempted to disobey her pack, and she may be killed for it. He did everything to not look at her, keeping his head focused on the same ant, surrounded by others. And for a moment, that little insignificant ant, was envied.

She had been chosen. She could have been powerful! She could have had it all! And she had been told clearly to never disobey the pack and to never disrespect her leaders. As an afflicted, she was a special case. Impure as she may be, the marked had spared her life once before, and were probably never going to be that merciful ever again. She had to constantly prove herself to be worthy of the marked. Asa had now failed them miserably, and if they found her and her mistake, she would certainly pay the horrible price.

Asa couldn't stop thinking about it. Don't let them get to you. Don't let them find you. Asa painfully walked away from Phayte and deeper into the forest. His distant voice crushed her lonely heart. She wanted to be near him, to be with him. He was the only one who had filled her with something other than hate, fear, or greed.

Walk, she told herself. Asa was more than tempted to simply turn around and go back to Phayte. It would be so easy. She didn't have to run. The idea sounded so beautiful and perfect in her head. They could... Walk! Asa shook her head, trying to shake his memory that seemed to be now permanently embedded in her mind.

Asa collapsed against a tree, hot tears staining her pale cheeks. She knew this wouldn't do her any good or get her any closer to either being with Phayte, or running away from death. But no matter, she pulled her knees to her chest, and broke down into nothing but a small defenseless human.

He watched her walk away with sorrow, disappointment... Something else too. He couldn't name it. Her figure grew more distant, a cool mist enveloping her bodice. Closing his eyes, he tried to picture everything for as long as he could. But slowly, that all fell away. He opened his eyes to what had been inside his lids. Darkness... He rubbed his arms, looking down at the blades of grass. Once again, he was alone. He heard the snarls more clearly, no voice or sounds to drown them out. He had to get away from there. He had to run.

He shakingly stood up, grasping a branch to steady himself. His figure swayed as if he'd been hit. It wasn't until just then he realized how frail he was. He lifted up his shirt. His muscles were still strong, firm... But his ribs showed through his skin. He took a deep breath, letting his shirt go and looking around. There wasn't anything to eat, and he refused to see blood. He wouldn't kill. He wouldn't. Not again...

The moon rose above him. It was only a half moon, nothing to be scared about. Not for another couple weeks anyways. His fingers dragged over his face, wondering just how ugly he was. Was the person he would face in the mirror be the same person he saw before? He closed his eyes, a tear running down his cheek. His eyes sought the stars, feeling the moon kiss his face. How could something so beautiful scare him so much?

He had no answers to any questions. He wiped away his tear, feeling the shadows enclose around him. He gasped, looking into the darkness as if Death awaited him. He shivered, rubbing his arms and looking to where she had left. Was she even really there? Asa...

Then, through the shadows, through the fighting, through all the terror the night offered him, he heard something like crying. Something other than him. He frowned at this specific thought, finding it not a bit poetic. He stalked forward, crossing the sea of mist until his nose focused on what it was. Crouching, he saw her again. He made Asa cry? Phayte took a deep breath, letting it out.

Closing his eyes, he saw her terror-stricken face. The man she trusted so much, the man she gave herself to, the man that she had loved... Her blood coated his hands, her screams filled his ears, her tears touched his lips.

Snapping open his eyes, he found his cheeks wet with tears. It was better to stay away from Asa. He was still a monster. Monsters may thrive together, but for some reason, he felt like more than a monster. He felt like... a freak. He backed away from where he stood behind the tree.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered softly, bolting away from the other wolf. He had to get away from everyone. He wasn't like them. He didn't belong anywhere. It seemed to take him forever until he stopped. He came to a small stream, staring into the water at his reflection. His flawless face may be the same, but behind his eyes was an unbearable hatred, sorrow, anger. He sat back on his heels, bringing his hands to his face and blocking the tears. How could he still be so beautiful when ugliness tore at his soul? It didn't seem right. Not one bit of it. And yet, that Asa girl, he hadn't even bidded her farewell. He may never see her again... He looked back at the water, screaming in agony and slapping his reflection. Not for the last time, he asked himself why fate had spared this monster. Why was he living in torment? And still, her face entered his mind. He sobbed harder, burying his face in his hands once more and mourning over the life one split second tore away from him...

Basil grinned"Get off of me dammit".Basil then turned back into his werewolf form.He forced the wolf off of his shoulder.

Jessie hit the ground and jumped back up at Basil. "I'll finish you,"She growled bitting it again. She knew she probally would loose but wanted to show she wasn't scared.

Basil Pushed her off again."I see you have heart and I respect that"Basil said in honor."What tribe are you from anyway?"

Asa tried to wipe away her tears, she knew they would do her no good, but it was so relieving to let out her bottled emotions. She knew death was waiting for her. She should have ripped him to pieces when she had the chance. It would have been so easy. Him, helplessly dangling there, the destined who she also could have killed now that she thought about it. Their blood spilt for her to earn a place in the ranks of the marked. But she had watch the moment pass, cowardly Asa couldn't bring herself to do it.

So why did he have to be so unlike everyone else? How could she kill others and not him? He was perfect, that's why. The short-lived memory of his warm touch and beautiful voice. Her stomach churned as she though of what could have been. They could have been something. Something more than predator and prey. He had brought more to her new life in the short moment they were together than ever before, and she was the monster that had almost ended his life.

Her head snapped in the other direction as she sensed someone approaching. Senses obscured, she couldn't tell if it was a marked, but that was her first assumption. They had already found out, and now she would have to answer to them. Asa stood slowly, and went to face them. Her vision was blurred through her tears, but this figure that had run away from her, to Asa's relief had not been a marked, but Phayte. Even as a whisper she knew it was him.

Asa stared after him, wondering how or why he had come to her again. Could he possibly want what she wanted? Her spirit was lifted just a bit at the thought that he did. Maybe... But you'll never find out if you're not with him or dead.

She made a quick, spontaneous, and even rash decision. Asa decided she would rather die near him, than to be caught on the run by her savage pack. Her mind was made up, and she took off running in his direction.

"Destined...."She growled. "I'm alone,"She said turning to her human form on her knees. She put her hands on the ground infront of her and stared at the ground. She stood up. "If you wish to fight then let it be,"She said staring at Basil.

"I destined also"He ripped off his shirt."See all of these scars you put on me"he said yelling."It's a pleasure to fight you so let's go"he said jumping from tree to tree coming after her.

Jessie stepped back. She stared at Basil and then looked down. Shewould let this attack hit her but only to show some respect. "I can't fight my blood,"She muttered stepping back agin. Her eyes returned to looking at Basil.

Basil stopped "So we can't kill each other?"He looked surprised."That's good can't let a pretty girl like you get killed by a ruthless tribe member like me".He looked at her "What's your name".

"it's Jessie,"She said half relieved he did not attack her. She smiled and extended her hand. "These wolves are my friends.....,"She said soft. She looked at Basil.

"Right,Right"basil said."My name is basil just so you know."he reached out and grabbed her hand.

Rayj looked to Himion and gave him a dangerous glare. The destined wolf was making himself a much easier target. Hopefully now she would be able to clamp her jaws around something a little more vital than a rough shoulder.

The shadowy wolf launched another attack, this time taking the werewolf off gaurd as he took the time to strike up a conversation with the female she had smelled earlier. Rayj locked her jaws around the werewolf's throat, digging in with incredible force. With the accuracy of a surgeon, she sank her teeth closer and closer to his jugular.

basil....unique name,"She said bowing to him. "I treat everyone with respect....just so you know,"She stood straight and removed her hand smiling. She jumped at Rayj. "Noo,"SHe cried out.

Basil tore rayj off of his neck."How many times do I have to tell you it takes alot to kill me"Basil looked at jessie "I think I will need your help"he turned into a wolf and charged at rayj.

(We're just tearing each other to pieces, rayj plz dont kill me)

Jessie got infront of Basil in an instant. "I will not!"She said pushing him. She swung her leg at Rayj. She was sent into a tree while Jesie held Basil. "I will not fight...and i do not want neither of you dead,"She said.

"What the hell do you expect she is trying to kill us"He said angrily.He ran towards rayj.He kicked her back into the tree."That's for biting my neck"he said.