Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily had seen the wolfman walk past. She had seen him enter the home up in the trees. That had brought a curious few minutes of thought, too. Lily adored trees, well anyplace high really. However, trees were a definite favorite. She liked the tree house that was nestled among them.
But, then lightning sundered the sky and Lily turned her head back the battle being fought among the stars. The stormclouds were massive armies milling together on each side of the heavens crashing back and forth and leaving the dead and dying where they fell.
Lily turned her face up to the rain. The sky was bleeding.
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”
Grayell was easily herded to the mat, the crackle of the fire drawing his eyes, the scent and touch of his Chosen holding firm dominion over the rest of his senses. He was pliant beneath her as he settled onto the woven grass, folding his legs and slumping, his head lolling unconsciously to his right shoulder with a breath of ease. His voice had altered as well, soft and thick; a whisper if held to comparison to his usually somewhat boisterous demeanour.
"Mm. 'Tis a lovely night."
And it was. The skies were aflame, clouds and lightning dancing in the heavens and throwing bolts to the earth beneath it, a cacophony of sudden and abrupt noise that when sat and listened to with due attention, became a marvellous and unforgettable symphony to even the indiscriminate ear.
But he did not speak of the skies, nor the wind nor the woods. She filled his world and quite rightfully so.
Kiko took advantage of the exposed flesh, too. She folded to her knees, her face coming to rest against the left side of his neck. It was one of her favorite spots. She could brush her lips against his warm skin, she could feel the line of his jaw, and hear the thudding beat of his pulse. It was an infusions of senses she could never ignore.
Her arms came around him, wrapped about his upper body. Kiko nestled him against her chest until her arms were warmed by the fire. She'd seen the storm of course, everyone within miles could and if not... the crash of lightning lit up the sky.
She stood up after one such brilliant flash. Kiko left his side briefly to recover the spear and fish he'd left by the porch. The fish were plucked off and dropped on a narrow table. She gathered up a bowl of water, too, and recovered her brush before returning to him. The water was placed next to the fire.
She curled in next to him quietly.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell smiled, looking across his shoulder at her, then leaned back lazily, his shoulders resting askew against her chest. They were completely comfortable and entirely informal in their own home, as all lovers should be; and he expressed his gratitude for her company by catching her face between his fingers and his cheek as he nuzzled with a content murmur that said nothing.
He then turned to peck her cheek before he righted his posture, leaning forward and folding his arms upon his thighs after dragging his hair to spill down his back. He smiled and closed his eyes, hoping perhaps she would hum a tune as she sometimes did when seeing to his or her own hair.
The moments didn't need words but spoke volumes and each instant warmed him much like that fire. This was their home.
While Kiko waited for the water to get warm her fingers combed through the matted strands of his hair. She separated them out against his neck and shoulders occasionally dropping soft kisses to his skin. She was humming. It was a faint thing, however, barely moving breath past her lips.
Several weeks had gone by where she had been as twitchy as a cat surrounded by a houseful of mice. Today; or more importantly this moment, that nervousness did not dominate. She was calm, without any need to force it.
The brush was picked up, the bristles dunked in the clean, warm water. She ran the damp brush through his hair over and over, the soft hum gaining volume the longer it lasted. It pleased her, too, feeling the stiff strands regain their sleek texture. Her chest was pressed often to his back and shoulders, her face whisking past his neck several times.
Grayell felt a warmth. It wasn't so much a physical thing and had nothing to do whatsoever with the fire, or the proximity of her flesh, but there was a warmth that was kindled within him with her this close, a familiar and welcome sensation that spread through his body and stirred him at the same moment it made him relax. Lower his guard.
Kiko and Grayell both were quite astute at communicating without words but instead with feeling, thoughts, emotions and otherwise; it was how they walked the woods and were so welcomed by it's other inhabitants. Perhaps it amplified their bond, perhaps it gave them some spark that was something quite extraordinary in such moments, or perhaps it was simply the purity of their bond that made it quite so magical. There was hardly any other word for it, her being near him made him feel more than love, had more than his skin prickle and his muscles stir.
Of course, they were Chosen and that was a bond beyond the comprehension of many. What might seem like a title, or a term of reference to others was most assuredly a revered and sacred thing amongst the Garou. It was an alien concept to Kiko at first but Grayell had never struggled with it - to him the ideal of being 'Chosen' was exactly what it meant to be in love. And they were, and they did love one another; and whether hiding away in the dimness of their home on electric summer nights or back to back and fighting for their very lives, there was not a single thing known to all things in existence that could hope to diminish their bond.