A Thief In The Night ((Blue))

[havok]

Ah, so, new blood in these lands, huh? Not here entirely by choice, it seemed, but any which way you looked at it, the captive aroused Havok’s interest no end. She had observed the poor, caged creature with little feeling thus far, her intrigue over riding her sense and morals. If she had not been a member of this pack, then she knew she would have spent her time focussing on how to help this wolf escape. Havok herself looked like a wolf to some degree, only her eyes and the shape of her face were a giveaway to her bloodlines. She was very tall, muscular and powerful with a shimmering silver, brown and black coat. The hair was coarse and medium length, much like a wolf, and the sheer strength she exuded could have deluded some into making a grave misconception. She was not afraid of this large black creature before her with the startling blue eyes, but the wolf ignited her imagination and made her curious. Where had she come from? Why was she here? Havok was not usually ever the type to approach someone else, let alone ever speak first, but she was so infuriated by her lack of knowledge on the creature that she simply felt obliged to seek her out and question her. If the creature was rude to her, or generally got carried away, Havok decided that she would simply immediately kill her. She had never experienced the power of a wolf and so did not suppose that she would have any difficulty in doing so, clueless as to the fact that even a smaller wolf than she could most likely take her down. She rarely felt threatened or scared by anyone or anything, as far as she knew, and as evidence so far suggested, she was the biggest, meanest thing around here.
Licking her sleek lips, Havok pressed her nose to the tarmac and inhaled deeply, sucking in all of the interesting scents that lingered. Being Lead Hunter, she was adept at tracking and differentiating information quickly. She soon found the scent she had been seeking, a smell more potent and powerful than the others, and she set off at an enduring canter, a stride designed both to eat up the ground and maintain as much stamina as possible. These lands were far from small, afterall, and she had no idea where in them that the captive might be. Following the trace left by the black wolf, Havok veered off towards the Graveyard, a place, as yet, she had never explored. She slowed herself into a graceful trot, large pads flexing on the dirt path and then tucking up neatly as she sprang along, eyes scouring the area for the one she sought. She growled slowly to herself; doing this kind of job maybe she could be a damn babysitter. Snorting, she realized that she had done this off of her own back as opposed to being asked or told to, which immediately released the tension in her head, and the inevitable irritation it caused. Although being intelligent, Havok rarely had a whole lot of common sense, and force of habit usually overtook her own thinking. It was then that she slowed herself to her long, rangy walk, head turning left and right as she passed every row of gravestones, convinced she had come to the right place. She raised her tail skywards in an automatic display of dominance, ears pinned back to her chiselled skull as usual, marking her near permanent irritation with like itself. She was a disgruntled, angry individual at the best of times, even when she was lone, relaxing. Nothing ever cheered her up or made her press her ears forward. A bit of a miserable wretch, really.

It was then that she came across a very large tombstone, more like a mausoleum, flat and high up. It seemed like a good vantage point and also a place to lie down. Taking two strides of her long lope she powered into a cat like leap onto the massive stone structure before lying down and yawning, flashing her poised ivory fangs. God, satisfying ones curiosity was tiring work. The massive beast made a mental note not to do it so readily in the future.

[GREYtheFLAILER]

Blue


How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core,
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back home...



.xXx.

[/color] Blue had immediately given up on any chance of help, from the outside world. Perhaps if she had been a well-known female, always mingling with others, and getting her fare share of attention, she would have had even a sliver of hope. But, to the she-wolf’s dismay, she possessed none of the traits needed to be that outgoing, nor did she even know that many canines, in this filthy city. The femme felt completely out of her element, in a man-made environment, like she was currently in. The forest was a place of shelter; it reminded her of home. There was always an escape, and endless possibilities. It was one of the many places that kept her details mind running; her imagination alive. And the lands she was currently residing in were nothing of the sort. They were uncared for, and utterly unnatural.


But Blue found something beautiful, through the mess. She always did.


The female laid atop one of the smaller gravestones, her light, crystalline, eyes focused on the little bird just meters away. She was in a relaxed position, her paws stretched out in front of her, as if awaiting her head to rest upon them in a silent slumber. She was perfectly content with the silence, as she watched the bird hop atop a gravestone further away, its little head turning this way and that, making the animal look constantly on edge. A small smile curved the she-wolf’s maw, though it was one of slight awe, as to how such a beautiful little bird thrived in an environment like this one. Clearly, it deserved to be somewhere where it wouldn’t be at the risk of being devoured, every few minutes. It was then, as Blue’s ear swivelled to catch the noise of an oncoming being, that the bird jumped op, spread its wings, and flew off. So much for Blue’s perfect picture.


Slowly, the female turned and slid off of the gravestone with grace, her front pads landing delicately on the ground, before her back legs soon planted themselves on the ground, as well. The ebony she-wolf stood carefully, lowering her head to align with her shoulders, as she peered from behind one of the nearest gravestones. There, atop one of the largest in the whole cemetery, a female dog laid. She was large, about the size of Blue, if not larger, although Blue wasn’t one to become threatened that easily. Only when in large groups, did she get largely threatened. She would need to gather details about this strange female, first.


It was a damn good thing that was what she was good at.


Carefully, Blue walked from behind the gravestone, so she was barely in view, before reclining onto her haunches. Her eyes stayed trained on the new canine, and her face stayed expressionless. Her eyes, which looked rather out of place, due to her dark coat, as well as her current expression, made her air of silent knowing be that much more exaggerated. The female constantly looked as if she knew more than one was comfortable with; as if she knew someone’s secret. And she did nothing to change such impressions.


“Hello.”


Blue’s voice was soft and quite feminine, though not tender. She was very aware that to be tender, as to be weak. Wolf would not grace any unknown canine with such a thing. She would great them with strength and composure. She would show everyone that she was not weak, simply overpowered. The female longed for freedom, yes. But this, the pack would not see. Not unless she had a friend within, in which she trusted. This chance, of course, was very slim.

Trust was something Blue wasn’t very fond of. Nor was she sure exactly... existed.


Without thought, without voice, without a soul,
Don't let me die here.
There must be something more,
Bring me to life...[/center]



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Notes: Sorry, I didn't proof it. And sorry it took so long. Dx Life is insane, sometimessss. Oh, and I'm on moms computer, so I don't have access to my table. xD[/size][/blockquote]