Post by Kalir O'Malley on Jul 11, 2007 3:17:04 GMT -5
Hush hush, baby.
Don't say a word.
Any noise you make,
Could shatter this existence of ours.
It was a clear night. Muggy, warm, humid... rather uncomfortable for the silver wolf trotting across the school grounds. Her fur was making her overheat, so as she neared the lake her shape began to shift from that of a wolf into that of a... shall she deny it? Never. Her shape shifted into that of a very sexy young woman. Long slender legs, curvacious hips and chest, seperated by a toned abdomen and topped with the face of an angel. Or was that a devil? Well, who could really tell the difference? Whatever others wanted to believe - let them.
Kalir was scantily clad as usual in a pair of red boyshorts and a black ribbed tanktop that was riding up to show her new body jewelry - a sparkling diamond hanging on a white gold ring - which adorned her navel. She stretched a little and haphazardly plopped down on the sandy shores of the lake. Her blonde hair splayed out about her head like a golden halo, but her blue eyes were sharp and cool like someone hardened by years of grief.
Indeed, the lycaness knew grief well and in the past few months had experienced more of it still. Though her grief was outweighed a bit by the fact that she had found someone she loved and... he loved her as well. Well, she hoped it was love. For everything she was sacraficing it damn well better be love. Could she trust his finicky nature though? She'd have to. That was what loving someone was about. Trust. She did trust Devante... but maybe not herself.
Could she trust that she would still do the right thing by her clan members? Or would her love for Devante cloud her judgement? She wanted to believe she could keep a level head, but every time he came around all reason flew out of her mind. All she felt was this... this need to be close to him. To help him and love him and be with him. It was this unbreakable attraction that was dangerous and like fire on gasoline. It caught quick, burned strong, and didn't die without a damn good fight. And afterward it left a... residue and marks that could not be forgotten nor repaired.
Kalir propped her head on her hands and stared up at the velvety black night sky. It was honestly breath-taking... or maybe that was the weight of the oppressive humidity sitting on her chest. She closed her eyes with a sigh. 'Kalir! I need a word with you. Now.' The other elder held open the door to his room and motioned her in with a glare. She marched inside without a word and turned back to him as he shut the door and faced her. 'I've heard rumors and seen truth to them Kalir. You have been seeing Devante. He's been in your rooms. His stench is all over these tunnels, our woods. The other lycans say you and he have a ... special relationship. Is this true, Kalir? Do you and Devante have something you fear to share with your fellow clans members?'
Save me.
Don't say anything.
I pray thee,
Save me.
Say my name and turn this world around.
He paused, but not long enough for Kalir to speak. 'Are you betraying us Kalir?!' Panic flooded Kalir's whole body, but she refused to let him know it. "No, sir. Devante is easily swayed by a pretty young girl. I baited him and now he is nearly mine to control. I am doing this to persuade him, to trick him. He is nothing more than a pawn to me, a pawn which will help me win this game our clans keep playing. If he is mine, his clan is ours." Her stomach knotted and she felt physically ill, like she might puke or pass out, something. The other elder looked her over while she tried to keep her calm. He then nodded.
'It is very risky, what you're doing, Kalir. If he were to find out... or if you were to get caught up in your game... What then? You and this clan would be doomed.' Well... it really sucked when he said it like that. She wasn't playing with Devante though. She really cared for the crazy bastard. If her fellow elder knew he would certainly kill her or confine her on the spot. She nodded. "I'll be careful, I swear." With a grunt he moved out of her way and she headed for the door opening it and stepping out. 'Make sure that you are, Kalir... make sure of it.'
Doom.
It was such a strong word. Did he have to say doomed? Why not... screwed or in trouble or in jeopardy. Why something so final as doomed? It wasn't long after that that he figured out there might be more going on than Kalir said. He doubted her and so he banished her. He told her she could not come back to the tunnels or back into the forest. If she was telling the truth they would see in time and if she was lying she wasn't under their roof where her plot could do damage to them all. So she was stuck at the school actually attending classes and being... busy. She hadn't seen Devante in forever and she missed him terribly.
Finally as summer was at hand the classes had slowed to ones for those who wanted extra practice or something to do if they were stuck at school for the summer. She was glad the headmistress had allowed that. At one time students always had to go home each summer. They could not stay at the school, but once Headmistress Echden took over that changed. She allowed students to stay year round and offered courses in the off seasons. Kalir was involuntarily signed up since she hadn't attended class enough throughout the year. Some rubbish about needing class to pass her NEWTs.
It was a weekend though and for once she didn't have any homework. She was free to do as she liked for a while. Well, what she liked was to see Devante, but what she was doing was laying at the lake. Why? Simple. It was too hot to go far. His clan was a ways away and she just didn't feel like going all that way at the moment. She had never been so tired in her life. She had done less running around than ever before, but she was still dead tired. And the heat only lulled her to sleep more. Even now she was fighting tooth and nail to stay awake, hoping she could find some last bit of energy to take her the rest of the way to Devante's home.
Granted if she went there she would not be well recieved by his clan members, but... he was worth the hassle and the glares. Oh, God. What had she gotten herself into? She was in love with a psychotic lycan elder of a rival clan. A lycan who should have been her worst enemy. One who... might still be. He was crazy, but he was smart. You know... Kalir really didn't even think he was crazy. Not at all. Everyone else did though. While she might admit he had his quirks, insanity was not one of them. Even he thought he was a few screws short, but she refused to agree.
Hush hush, baby.
Don't say a word.
It'll be alright as your dreams come crashing down.
True insanity was different. Whatever he suffered from was self inflicted over the years. Not natural like true insanity. He gave himself this... split personality. The one that said kill and the one that said forget. He tore himself in two. That was what she believed. And so she believed he could fix it himself as well. If given time and proper support... he could mend his broken mind. It wasn't like he was too stupid or anything. He was brilliant. Afterall he had managed to organize attacks on her clan before, he had managed to persuade easily one hundred lycans to join him, he had somehow found a way to bewitch her, and... he was simply so cunning. So smooth.
So devious.
So criminal.
She had the hots for the bad boy. What was it with her and bad boys? Dom was the first nice guy she had ever fallen for. Look where that went - nowhere. Dane? Bad boy. Every other guy she'd ever had flings with - because that was indeed all she had had between Dane and Devante. Bad boys. But Devante... Devante had a sweet side to him. She had felt it once in a kiss he unknowingly bestowed upon her while he slept. Now Dane seemed to have a sweet side too, but... it was too little too late for him and she couldn't trust his sweet side. He got angry so easily. Jealous. Mean.
Devante was... so confusing. She didn't know about him any more. Cold, cruel, calculating, sweet, confused, cocky, crazy? What was he personality-wise? Ever changing. So would his taste for her change quickly too? That was her main concern. He would get tired of her and toss her aside. He would attack her clan, kill as many as he could - maybe all if that was the amount he could get... She had faith in the strength of her people, but... that didn't mean she didn't plan for the worst. In fact planning for the worst was always the best. Steel herself for her whole clan and... and even herself to be killed at the orders or hands of someone she loved.
It was a fate, a death, she could not fathom.
Kalir was beginning to panic thinking about it. She rolled onto her stomach and tried to think of something else. Anything else. Her peaceful state, her blissful day dreams of her visit with Devante that she wanted - they were beginning to shatter with these other thoughts. Her chest felt tight, her lungs felt shallow, her eyes stung. The world felt like it was pressing in on her, trying to suffocate her. She shouldn't have thought about any of it. She shouldn't have let her mind wander. It felt like her whole world was coming to an end. She was hyperventilating as she struggled to push herself up and get a grip. Tears raced down her cheeks.
She tried to get out words, but nothing but sobs came her her. So this was a panic attack. It wasn't nice. Not at all. She needed something to focus on, anything to focus on except what she had. Grass was not a very good distraction. She needed more. One word could cause this damage - even one word thought. One word could mend this damage... right? Kalir tried to say his name, but it was a strangled cry. "Ehehteh." Sobbing. She couldn't.
She couldn't help herself.
Save me...
Save me.
My dreams are all I have.
Without them I might as well be dead.
Say my name and turn this world upside down.
Turn my world around.
Don't say a word.
Any noise you make,
Could shatter this existence of ours.
It was a clear night. Muggy, warm, humid... rather uncomfortable for the silver wolf trotting across the school grounds. Her fur was making her overheat, so as she neared the lake her shape began to shift from that of a wolf into that of a... shall she deny it? Never. Her shape shifted into that of a very sexy young woman. Long slender legs, curvacious hips and chest, seperated by a toned abdomen and topped with the face of an angel. Or was that a devil? Well, who could really tell the difference? Whatever others wanted to believe - let them.
Kalir was scantily clad as usual in a pair of red boyshorts and a black ribbed tanktop that was riding up to show her new body jewelry - a sparkling diamond hanging on a white gold ring - which adorned her navel. She stretched a little and haphazardly plopped down on the sandy shores of the lake. Her blonde hair splayed out about her head like a golden halo, but her blue eyes were sharp and cool like someone hardened by years of grief.
Indeed, the lycaness knew grief well and in the past few months had experienced more of it still. Though her grief was outweighed a bit by the fact that she had found someone she loved and... he loved her as well. Well, she hoped it was love. For everything she was sacraficing it damn well better be love. Could she trust his finicky nature though? She'd have to. That was what loving someone was about. Trust. She did trust Devante... but maybe not herself.
Could she trust that she would still do the right thing by her clan members? Or would her love for Devante cloud her judgement? She wanted to believe she could keep a level head, but every time he came around all reason flew out of her mind. All she felt was this... this need to be close to him. To help him and love him and be with him. It was this unbreakable attraction that was dangerous and like fire on gasoline. It caught quick, burned strong, and didn't die without a damn good fight. And afterward it left a... residue and marks that could not be forgotten nor repaired.
Kalir propped her head on her hands and stared up at the velvety black night sky. It was honestly breath-taking... or maybe that was the weight of the oppressive humidity sitting on her chest. She closed her eyes with a sigh. 'Kalir! I need a word with you. Now.' The other elder held open the door to his room and motioned her in with a glare. She marched inside without a word and turned back to him as he shut the door and faced her. 'I've heard rumors and seen truth to them Kalir. You have been seeing Devante. He's been in your rooms. His stench is all over these tunnels, our woods. The other lycans say you and he have a ... special relationship. Is this true, Kalir? Do you and Devante have something you fear to share with your fellow clans members?'
Save me.
Don't say anything.
I pray thee,
Save me.
Say my name and turn this world around.
He paused, but not long enough for Kalir to speak. 'Are you betraying us Kalir?!' Panic flooded Kalir's whole body, but she refused to let him know it. "No, sir. Devante is easily swayed by a pretty young girl. I baited him and now he is nearly mine to control. I am doing this to persuade him, to trick him. He is nothing more than a pawn to me, a pawn which will help me win this game our clans keep playing. If he is mine, his clan is ours." Her stomach knotted and she felt physically ill, like she might puke or pass out, something. The other elder looked her over while she tried to keep her calm. He then nodded.
'It is very risky, what you're doing, Kalir. If he were to find out... or if you were to get caught up in your game... What then? You and this clan would be doomed.' Well... it really sucked when he said it like that. She wasn't playing with Devante though. She really cared for the crazy bastard. If her fellow elder knew he would certainly kill her or confine her on the spot. She nodded. "I'll be careful, I swear." With a grunt he moved out of her way and she headed for the door opening it and stepping out. 'Make sure that you are, Kalir... make sure of it.'
Doom.
It was such a strong word. Did he have to say doomed? Why not... screwed or in trouble or in jeopardy. Why something so final as doomed? It wasn't long after that that he figured out there might be more going on than Kalir said. He doubted her and so he banished her. He told her she could not come back to the tunnels or back into the forest. If she was telling the truth they would see in time and if she was lying she wasn't under their roof where her plot could do damage to them all. So she was stuck at the school actually attending classes and being... busy. She hadn't seen Devante in forever and she missed him terribly.
Finally as summer was at hand the classes had slowed to ones for those who wanted extra practice or something to do if they were stuck at school for the summer. She was glad the headmistress had allowed that. At one time students always had to go home each summer. They could not stay at the school, but once Headmistress Echden took over that changed. She allowed students to stay year round and offered courses in the off seasons. Kalir was involuntarily signed up since she hadn't attended class enough throughout the year. Some rubbish about needing class to pass her NEWTs.
It was a weekend though and for once she didn't have any homework. She was free to do as she liked for a while. Well, what she liked was to see Devante, but what she was doing was laying at the lake. Why? Simple. It was too hot to go far. His clan was a ways away and she just didn't feel like going all that way at the moment. She had never been so tired in her life. She had done less running around than ever before, but she was still dead tired. And the heat only lulled her to sleep more. Even now she was fighting tooth and nail to stay awake, hoping she could find some last bit of energy to take her the rest of the way to Devante's home.
Granted if she went there she would not be well recieved by his clan members, but... he was worth the hassle and the glares. Oh, God. What had she gotten herself into? She was in love with a psychotic lycan elder of a rival clan. A lycan who should have been her worst enemy. One who... might still be. He was crazy, but he was smart. You know... Kalir really didn't even think he was crazy. Not at all. Everyone else did though. While she might admit he had his quirks, insanity was not one of them. Even he thought he was a few screws short, but she refused to agree.
Hush hush, baby.
Don't say a word.
It'll be alright as your dreams come crashing down.
True insanity was different. Whatever he suffered from was self inflicted over the years. Not natural like true insanity. He gave himself this... split personality. The one that said kill and the one that said forget. He tore himself in two. That was what she believed. And so she believed he could fix it himself as well. If given time and proper support... he could mend his broken mind. It wasn't like he was too stupid or anything. He was brilliant. Afterall he had managed to organize attacks on her clan before, he had managed to persuade easily one hundred lycans to join him, he had somehow found a way to bewitch her, and... he was simply so cunning. So smooth.
So devious.
So criminal.
She had the hots for the bad boy. What was it with her and bad boys? Dom was the first nice guy she had ever fallen for. Look where that went - nowhere. Dane? Bad boy. Every other guy she'd ever had flings with - because that was indeed all she had had between Dane and Devante. Bad boys. But Devante... Devante had a sweet side to him. She had felt it once in a kiss he unknowingly bestowed upon her while he slept. Now Dane seemed to have a sweet side too, but... it was too little too late for him and she couldn't trust his sweet side. He got angry so easily. Jealous. Mean.
Devante was... so confusing. She didn't know about him any more. Cold, cruel, calculating, sweet, confused, cocky, crazy? What was he personality-wise? Ever changing. So would his taste for her change quickly too? That was her main concern. He would get tired of her and toss her aside. He would attack her clan, kill as many as he could - maybe all if that was the amount he could get... She had faith in the strength of her people, but... that didn't mean she didn't plan for the worst. In fact planning for the worst was always the best. Steel herself for her whole clan and... and even herself to be killed at the orders or hands of someone she loved.
It was a fate, a death, she could not fathom.
Kalir was beginning to panic thinking about it. She rolled onto her stomach and tried to think of something else. Anything else. Her peaceful state, her blissful day dreams of her visit with Devante that she wanted - they were beginning to shatter with these other thoughts. Her chest felt tight, her lungs felt shallow, her eyes stung. The world felt like it was pressing in on her, trying to suffocate her. She shouldn't have thought about any of it. She shouldn't have let her mind wander. It felt like her whole world was coming to an end. She was hyperventilating as she struggled to push herself up and get a grip. Tears raced down her cheeks.
She tried to get out words, but nothing but sobs came her her. So this was a panic attack. It wasn't nice. Not at all. She needed something to focus on, anything to focus on except what she had. Grass was not a very good distraction. She needed more. One word could cause this damage - even one word thought. One word could mend this damage... right? Kalir tried to say his name, but it was a strangled cry. "Ehehteh." Sobbing. She couldn't.
She couldn't help herself.
Save me...
Save me.
My dreams are all I have.
Without them I might as well be dead.
Say my name and turn this world upside down.
Turn my world around.
