One Only a Demon Could Love

[Demæn]

A brown smudged figure appeared in the distance, and as she padded on, she knew it would be almost impossible to be loved by almost anyone, for whom would want to love such an 'evil' creature? No one, was the only thought she could get out of herself, yet she had faith...Faith that there was a happily ever after, even for a 'demon' like herself.

A howl of loneliness escaped the femme's maw as she padded farther and farther into the forest, where no pain or fear was felt, it hit her in such a way that she knew that maybe there would be a happily ever after, even for her.

The brown femme's hackles lie flat against her back, her tail down and wagging, her ears up, and she gave no sign of attack. Even one like herself had a soft side hidden deep within the barrier that kept her as cruel as she was, and this place, seemed soothing enough for her too put her guard down, for what was the worst that could happen?

That was her million dollar question, and yet she didn't fear that question as she might of if she traveled into the middle of a pack territory, and instead, she ignored it and pushed it into the back of her mind.

Steadily, Demaen padded on, soon finding a comfortable place by a tree, she lie down and howled, revealing her location for others like herself whom wished to find a mate, thought she only hoped that there was one like herself whom wanted someone to be kind to, someone that they didn't have to fear...Someone to love.

[[x]L.una[x]]

<<Shades of Fear>>

Heavy paws hit the ground, as a sleek, black figure padded through the woods. This handsome body belongs to Shade, of the Fears. He doesn't belong to a pack, nor does he belong to a female. Femmes followed him, wherever he walked. They couldn't resist him. Shade heard a short howl. He crept closer and closer to the source of the noise.

His black pelt hid him in the shadows. Would he ever find love again? After what had happened to his previos mate? Is it possible? Yes. Shade urged himself onward. He spotted a beautiful femme lying next to a tree, and he still hid in the shadows. He knew she could scent him, but he didn't care. Shade crept out into the open.

Hello, beauty. I am Shade of Fears. Shade for short.

[Demæn]

Snarled a bit as she heard a voice, unaware of where it was. Instantly, her instinct took over until she noticed that the one whom spoke meant no harm. Demaen simply cleared her throught then spoke, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Ello, I'm licensed as Demaen." her tone sounded a bit lifeless, yet it was her basic tone, and an unuasally 'kind' greeting compared to what normally happened to those whom came near the fae.

Brown figure's tail soon swayed from side to side, yet every so slowly, and without much length...It was practically invisable to see her banner's movement.

Her odd colored orbs soon set to work studying the hansom brute, down to the last hair on his body, trying to pinpoint every scar, open, wound, and casulty that he had ever gotten as she usually did with her enemies, yet this time, it wasn't for a battle, but instead, a meeting.

[[x]L.una[x]]

Shade bowed, and smiled at the femme. He liked. Like? Who said anything about like? He loved her. Love at first sight. Was his love struck? Standing there, like a knot on a log. His tail wagged, ever so slowly.

Hello Demaen. Ahhhhhh. Looking for a mate, I see? Well. You're in luck today!

By the luck, he meant himself.

[Demæn]

Demaen slighty nodded her head, her tail wagging a bit faster, yet still hard to see unless you tried to see the motion of her tassle. "Well, it seems you're in luck as well. she said in a joking, yet flirting like tone, such an odd thing for this beautiful, yet dangerous fea.
[Ack, my muse died....]

[[x]L.una[x]]

Shade lay next to Demaen, and licked her ear.

Tell me about yourself, please.

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[Demæn]

Nodded, yet not without trying to hold back...Would this ruin her chances with getting a mate? No... Was what she thought, soon releasing her thoughts of failure, then begining to speak.

"Well, when I was younger, humans found me...They forced me to do their bidding until one day I decided to run...Those are how I got the marks in my ears." She said, pawing at her ears and trying to sound calm.

"That was most of my life story....After I ran so far, I came across this forest..." What she said, was only a short part of her history...She had decided it would be best if she hid most of it...He could find out of the rest later, right?

"Now will you tell me your's?" She asked, sounding a bit amused.

[Darkness]

((I might join this later. :-\ Debating.))

[Darkness]

((Eh, what the hell. ^^ May as well post. >.>))

Nightwolf, beware...I'm sick of your darkness.

But as the words were spoken in Xavier's mind, there was nothing the young wolf could hear in response except Nightwolf's horrible laughter, cold and taunting, reminding him sharply of creatures of whom he'd heard of from his mother, in tales of old: hyenas. But Nightwolf was no hyena. Nightwolf was, as Xavier knew, a mere part of Xavier himself. The wolf spread black feathered wings, eyes wild with fear as he could feel Nightwolf coming closer. "Damn!" he muttered out loud, trying hard to rid himself of his inner darkness. Damn Nightwolf for being so strong! That was what Xavier had come to call this other side. Nightwolf. The beast had taken to it, and now introduced himself as Nightwolf, when (much to Xavier's annoyance) he lovingly took over the body he had claimed as his own after his death.

Nightwolf had never told Xavier his real name. Although, to himself, when he could tell Nightwolf was weak, Xavier often thought about it. He'd always wondered if Nightwolf was, perhaps, known by Kayerla. The very thought of his bastard father made Xavier's anger level rise, making Nightwolf quite strong within his prison of fur, muscle, skin, and bone. Though he hated to admit it, the young wolf wished he could have his mother close again. She had been so loving to him, never putting him down because of Nightwolf, to whom she often snarled and snapped. But never had she snarled or snapped to Xavier. There was a sad, brief squirming in Xavier's stomach, but then he (and Nightwolf) looked up and gazed upon a pair of canids speaking.

Was there love between them?

To himself, though Nightwolf knew it as well, Xavier quietly wished for a mate. He was so lonely with no one to speak with except Nightwolf and Kayerla, who made a frequent appearance in Xavier's mind, trying to sway him into letting Nightwolf become a more...regular feature of Xavier's life, trying to make his son give into the dark side. Kayerla would whisper to Xavier why it was so appealing, and the young wolf would struggle to stay intact, to stay with himself and not Nightwolf. Oh, but there was a struggle in his mind now, one between two wolves, one as powerful as the other. As Xavier could feel Nightwolf's mind attacking his own, trying to take control, Xavier stumbled and fell to the ground.

His body convulsed a few times, as if it was changing somehow. But as he placed his feet beneath himself and rose, there was no physical change. The key word being physical. The true change had been in Xavier's mentality. But now, it wasn't Xavier who stood here. It was Nightwolf. A creature straight from hell, with the Seven Sins woven into his very soul, creating a creature that benefited from the darker side of Xavier's mentality. Eventually, if Kayerla and Nightwolf won the vicious battle, this darker mentality would become the usual, and Nightwolf would gain a body of his own.

But for now, he remained a mere part of Xavier, but not his flesh and blood. No, Nightwolf was the sinner in Xavier, but not in the sense that he had always been there, a figment of Xavier's imagination. No, Nightwolf was the sinner who'd been placed within Xavier, almost as a punishment for his crimes. Except it had been Kayerla who had sent Nightwolf forth, telling him to help in the swaying of mentalities.

The Seven Sins called out to him, and Nightwolf breathed in the fresh air and grinned. If he could help it, the air would soon be putrid with the smell of rotting corpses. But then again, Nightwolf's bloodthirstiness wasn't the only thing that called out to him. The canid was well aware that Xavier had brought the pair of them to the Forest of Love, which meant that he could have some fun. Nightwolf's grin was one of a mixture of bloodthirstiness and sinful lust. He moved silently forward, comparing his own body to that of the other male.

Well, Xavier's body. But of course, Nightwolf wouldn't feel the pain as much as Xavier would, whether or not the young wolf was in control of his body. Nightwolf lifted a paw and examined his counterpart's claws, wanting so much to stain them red and drive Xavier into the terrible insanity he deserved. Here, a chuckle would have been softly uttered, but because of what Nightwolf knew had to be done, he skipped over laughter. It would come after the battle was won and Xavier corrupted.

Nightwolf stretched out, admiring the muscular frame that he and Xavier had created as the young wolf had come into adulthood. Nightwolf himself had lost track of his true age, therefore following Xavier's life instead, claiming to be vaguely two or three years of age. Xavier was young, but Nightwolf understood both the values of an older wolf and a younger one, making his job so much easier.

A little fun would be had here.

He stretched out a single black paw, followed by another, and another, until Nightwolf had set Xavier's body at a quick, jogging pace. "And the fun begins," he murmured, his gaze set mainly upon the femme. It would be hard to win her over. He could see a faint hint of falling in the male's eyes. Weakness. Falling for someone meant love, and love, in Nightwolf's eyes, meant you were weak. Hence he refused to fall in love, and often made sure that Xavier didn't either. Nightwolf was becoming quite experienced in finding the right places to step in and take over.

"Hey." The words were simple, and Nightwolf's dark, almost rasping voice rang out emotionlessly, revealing nothing of feelings raging about inside him, if there were any. Nightwolf gently let his tail sway from side to side for a mere moment, more of a flick than a sway. He turned Xavier's blue eyes (the only part Nightwolf had ever really liked was the white pupils) towards the femme. "Sorry to interrupt or whatever. This place is pretty desolate for those with dark hearts. I sense yours to be a little more...demonic." Nightwolf let a smirk creep upon his face at the end of his smooth words. He folded the black feathered wings at his side, sitting himself down and holding his head high.

Pride.

First it had been lust who had shown him the way to drag Xavier, but now pride butted in and showed Nightwolf that there was yet another way that he would show the young wolf. Slowly but surely, Nightwolf would teach Xavier how to sin.

((Just a note, but it's only one wolf. >.> Nightwolf is Xavier's...'other half', in case the post was too confuzzling.))

[[x]L.una[x]]

Ooc:// Okays. Now, this is for Demæn to decide and debate, but who will Demæn choose? Hmmmm...........