Set the Night on Fire... [open]

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It had been a dark, dreary day in the North territories of Anikira. Clouds had covered the sky for most of the day, and there had been a light drizzle in the late morning that had lasted into the early afternoon. As a result, the day had been dreary, quiet, and wet. No birds sang, no butterflies flitted about today. No creature moved. Everyone with any sense would be locked away in a den or shelter of some kind. As the day wore on, it seemed that really no creature would surface. Slowly, the light began to fade, and darkness took it's place. However, the moon was full tonight, which slowly resulted in a glorious white light that shined down in certain areas. Soon, after the darkness and the moon had completely turned the dreary day into a glorious night, a white form could be seen moving through the trees. The form wasn't actually fully white, but the majority of its fur was either white or a grey so light, it blended into one color at a glance. A dark, draping blanket covered the back of the creature. In reality, it was only a slightly dark-medium grey in color, but it appeared quite dark in the nighttime, because of the lightness of the rest of the coat. Two eyes stared into the night, blue in color. But the exactness of their color could not be simply described as blue. They were so much more than just blue. They were a deep, rich blue. Not a dark blue, or a light blue, or a normal blue. They were a seeking blue. When you looked into them, you could see into the soul that bore them. You could see the depths of the ocean, the baby blue sky, the color of a shallow, bubbling spring. But tonight, their color was especially piercing. The light of the moon reflecting off of them and the color of the fur that surrounded them made them seem so much more beautiful than they ever had before. The owner of this amazing coat, and beautiful eyes took one step, set one of its paws, into a dark, empty meadow.


The meadow was covered in deep red flowers. They littered the ground like sand. Even though they were beginning to fade and wilt, the light of the moonlight made their red petals seem especially soft and beautiful. The blue eyes looked smilingly down upon them. A very small, sweet, smile pulled at the edges of the white maw. Another step, another white paw. Another step, another paw. Another step, another paw. The big, bulky male gingerly stepped into the large meadow. He dropped his maw to sniff the flowers, drawing in their sweet scent, and savoring the memory that came along with it. A memory of a time and place far away, with two other wolves alongside him, in a place he had called home.


Kismet was in an unusually good mood this evening. Ever since coming to the island, Ina'mos, and it's accompanying mainland, Anikira, Kismet had been extremely depressed. He hadn't been as depressed as he had been when he had been cooped up in a boat for eight long months, but still quite depressed. He missed his family, but most of all, he simply missed companionship. This had left him thinking about mating. Is this why loners fell in love and mated so quickly? Is this why, when a wolf found a wolfess, no matter how big or small, he simply smiled and let her have her way? Let her family have their way with making boundaries? Was it the loneliness? Kismet was a very companionable wolf, and had spent his first three and a half years in constant company and with the best companion. But the last almost two years of his life, he had been alone. A gnawing ache had formed somewhere in the pit of his stomach. It was a dull ache at first, but eventually turned into a very painful thing. Sometimes, he just wanted to let out an agonized howl, full of his loneliness. But Kismet was smarter than that; in fact, he was very intelligent. He hadn't uttered even a sound since his arrival. Rather, he had let all of his instincts take over, and had listened well, constantly on the alert.


But tonight, the beauty of the meadow that Kismet had never explored until this day had taken all of his pain and loneliness and locked it away. And this was why Kismet could smile. This was why he could see the beautiful flowers and smile. He could smell their sweet scent and smile. He could see the glorious moonlight and smile. He could hear the wind and smile. He could feel the light breeze gently ruffle his fur and smile.


Kismet slowly made his way through the meadow, looking at every flower. It was amazing how the moonlight lit up the color of the flowers in the darkness of the night. The way their color was made to look soft, but bright, made the meadow look like a beautiful fire. The moonlight washing down upon only the flowers set the night on fire, sparking a sudden joy in the roaming wolf. The picture of the wolf among the flowers, head down, slow, careful steps, was a serene one. Eventually, after examining and smelling every single flower in the meadow, Kismet made his way to a particularly large bunch and laid down. Gingerly, he rolled over, exposing his fully white underbelly. The moonlight caught the brightness of the white and made it only brighter. His white fur glistened in the moonlight, quite a beautiful sight. His blue orbs gazed up at the moon, as he playfully tossed his legs around in the air. Slowly, Kismet rolled to one side, allowing all four legs to come down and lay straight out from his body. He stretched his muzzle away from his body, drawing in the sweet scent of the flowers until he could have been drunk from it. He glanced up at the moon again.

Suddenly, a noise made Kismet prick his ears. He remained in his position, still, except for the occasional swivel or twitch from his ears. A very soft crinkle came from the eastern side of the meadows, right inside the border of trees. Kismet was near the middle of the meadow, but more toward the northern side. He heard a very soft huff, huff of another wolf's gentle panting. Kismet bunched up his muscles, very slowly, just in case the wolf was watching him, so that the moves were unnoticeable. He readied himself for anything, but he mostly readied himself for an attack. All his peaceful joy vanished as adrenaline shot through his body, making him alert. He wasn't necessarily sad, or angry. He actually felt no emotion at the moment, his body given to instinct as battle moves, persuasive arguments, exits, etc. filled his mind.


He waited.

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OOC: Open to anyone, but preferably a loner c: Also, I was thinking that whatever wolf replies could maybe watch him for a bit, from a distance. Maybe comes up as he steps into the meadow, or as he's slowly walking around, sniffing everything. And then decides to approach when he stops moving and looks at the moon? Whatever really, but it might be cool.

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You're going left, you're going right. Which way? Which way is home, you ask? These thoughts keep swirling through Memphis' mind. Stupidity has led to fear as long stilted legs endlessly wander through these foreign lands. But is it all that foreign? Her lengthy body came to a violent halt, jerking her tired head forward. Her chest vibrated with irritation and aggression, letting out a snarl that rippled out her clenched fangs. 

It has yet to be even twenty four hours since Memphis awoke on this main land. It smelled familiar yet unknown to her. Wolves, creatures like herself are littered around this area. Yet she knew none of them, didn't want to know any of them. But something logical finally shown its way through in that stubborn head of hers. ‘Thus life, Memphis.’ Her family, mate, son and home are in the past. The chances of Memphis being killed within the past five years were too high to call it luck considering she was still here. Of course that doesn't mean Memphis let her body settle down. 

Stubbornness pushed Memphis to continue walking, perhaps more at ease. Breathing coming to a calm, adrenaline still rushing through her veins from the realization she was unknown. She, this place, her future was all unknown. She could hardly handle the thought, the thought that she may be unknown or continually unhappy. But she's fought through the tough events until now, she knew deep down she was capable of adjusting. And that is exactly what she'll do, gain ground, gain followers, gain power. 

Early morn, too early as the moonlight is still what lights her path as she casually glides by the lovely trees. That's right, this place may be foreign but she'll gladly take in all of the familiar riches her past lands offered. The soft earthy ground, the tall grass waiting up ahead decorated in flowers. Large bat like ears twisted around to take in her surroundings. 

Then everything froze.

Instinct took over as Memphis felt her breathing settle to near silence, her muscles tensed and ears faced forward. Across the meadow was a large white wolf, which looked just as lost in the moonlight flowers as she was moments ago in her mind. He appeared... almost carefree. The feeling inside Memphis' chest was conflicting with her mind, despite that she felt excitement. Like a pup on the first day of a snow fall, stepping into the unknown white fluff for the first time. Like so, Memphis marched around to possibly interact with this wolf, whom intrigued her more than she care to admit. 

She's bold, a tad too bold if you asked someone else. Gradually as she got closer to the border of the meadow, she could tell he scented almost each and every flower. Yet he noticed her, must have, as his ears perked and he looked toward her direction. This casual yet normal setting of two strangers meeting is actually very uncommon for Memphis, she has always been able to identify wolves from Traum or hasn't seen one since last year... how odd when you think about it. Yet with her curiosity peaked and her stubbornness leading her ahead, she walked out into the openness of the meadow. Her dark orange and red fur glistened in what was left of the moonlight. With pleasure, Memphis actually put on a friendly smile, her dark eyes didn't lie though. Scars decorate her body, from the tear in her right ear to the bald dash across her right shoulder. She literally looked as if she was walking with the dead, if it weren't for her dark smooth voice flowing with life, "Greetings, stranger." 

ooc; I haven't written in such a long time, it felt great :3

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The night came in a calm wave of subtle change. It seemed with every blink of an eye, it got a little darker and then a little brighter, the sun being chased from the sky by the moons game of race; a race that would never truly be won, for both were equal players. Yet any could see tonight the moon outshone the sun, the bright white eye gazing down on the earth and it's inhabitants. It was a very urgent glare, watching with both a pride undefinable and an anxiousness to see what would come before it passed. The trees created a beautiful black painting against the brightness of the evening, a canvas seemingly created by the gods themselves. It was an interesting thought, that something made this beautiful vision. And it was all theirs; it belonged to no one but the creatures of the night, for only they could comprehend the sight in a way truly appreciative. 

Graceful steps aided the she-wolf as she walked through the forest with no real sense of direction or purpose. It was simple things like this she found she most enjoyed. It gave her a moment to step back and see the place as a whole, not a territory nor a region. It was home, and she could literally feel it's breath. The wind was but a soft breeze, weaving through the green eyed beast's fur in a fluid dance. You could hear it in the trees as they slightly waved their arms, sharing secrets with one another; the grass gossiped with the atmosphere in a style which would never, ever be decoded by those with a heartbeat and breath.

Zira had no idea where she was, nor did she care. She knew she was safe here, safe from the illness that had stolen her family, safe from the burdens of her mother. She also knew she could make a life here to truly dedicate her life so help those like her pack. She knew she could make something here, much more than she ever could have. Though she often did get those pangs of nostalgia, of regret and grief. However, she was strong willed and could utilize this to her advantage- and that of others.

Zira herself padding through a meadow- a breathtaking one, at that. The flowers were simply gorgeous, and the way the moon complimented them make Zira hold her breath. She truly didn't want this to be something temporary, as it would be- denial is a sick and twisted concept. She took a step further into the meadow, and allowed the softness of the soil underneath her be something to delight in. 

That was when the scent was offered to her. She was not the only one here, and she realized she was so engrossed in the beauty of her surroundings that she hadn't noticed the male standing in the middle of the fields. His head was titled up towards the moon, full and in all of it's glory. Zira smiled lightly, a friendly gesture that she performed often when meeting people. It was a way of simply allowing them to make the decision, whether they wanted to converse or not. 

Zira's ears twitched as she heard a voice that clearly didn't belong to the male- it was a stilted wolf with a voice reminding Zira of a snake. Zira took a couple steps forward, deciding she might be as friendly as well. Salutations, Zira said. Her voice was as it was years ago and years to come; friendly, passionate, low for a female but also beautiful. The word rolled off her tongue easily and she smiled a little again. She gazed at the maned wolf, and raised an eye slightly before furrowing her brow a little. She seemed familiar in the most distant way possible. She shook her head slightly before looking at the male again. He was very handsome, and the moonlight only strengthened the response. Zira stood a little taller, and she waited.

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ooc; here we go guys! c: sorry it took so long, EJ! here ya go (:

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Kismet heard another crackle, crackle as his observer began to approach the meadow, he assumed. Kismet slowly raised himself onto all fours, and turned in the direction of the sound. Kismet waited in anticipation, not releasing the hold he had on his bunched muscles. As the sound drew nearer, but the owner did not appear, Kismet began to get suspicious. How long had this wolf been standing there, watching him? Was this some sort of...ambush? Kismet's eyes narrowed in the general direction of the sound, and emitted a low, warning growl. Just then, a tall form entered the meadow. It was a wolf, but could have been confused for a fox. It was colored like a fox, but had a more wolfy face. Not to mention its towering height. Kismet caught the wolf's scent as she slowly approached, and quickly learned that the wolf was, indeed, a female. This made him relax a little bit, but, even so, he was much relieved when the wolf stopped advancing. Kismet watched as the female smiled at him in genuine friendliness. Her red and orange coat gleamed slightly in the moonlight, but not quite as brightly as Kismet's light coat. It didn't quite catch the light in the same way. At that moment, a slight breeze swept by, gently ruffling the male's coat, as well as the the stilted female's. The maned wolf smiled at him with genuine friendliness, and then she spoke to him in tones that sent a shiver down his spine. Greetings, Stranger.

The sound of her voice was strange, and had an odd effect on the male. Her voice was dark and smooth, but came with a strange sense of foreboding. Kismet's ear twitched, the only acknowledgement that he had heard her. He was still unsure of the maned wolf, and her voice only unsettled him more. He was just deciding on whether or not to answer her when his audits picked up a slight rustle of the red flowers and his voice heard a low, sweet voice. Salutations. Kismet's mouth almost fell open at the sound. Of course, neither of the females would notice this as he didn't outwardly move at all. But inwardly, Kismet's heart swelled. The sound of this voice was like a sweet song on the air currents. It was low, but it was passionate, friendly, and one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard. A very slow smile crept up his maw, and his blue eyes twinkled. Slowly, Kismet turned his cranium to the side to look at the owner of the voice. He turned just in time to catch a shy smile form on the femme's lips. He watched as she stared at the maned wolf. Her brow furrowed slightly, an infinitesimal display of annoyance. He chuckled mentally, wondering what could be so intriguing about the stilted wolf that it would annoy a complete stranger. A lopsided grin took over his maw, and the same, peaceful joy that had lit up his eyes before, re-entered the blue orbs.

Kismet watched the smaller female with curiosity. She was a tad taller than him, and a little longer too, and so he couldn't tell if she was about his weight or not. As he looked over her brown and beige coat, he noticed how beautiful she was. The way that the moon lit up the lighter browns made the deeper browns pop in a rather attractive way. She was a Mackenzie Valley wolf, no doubt, but she was rather small for the breed. She's probably the runt, Kismet concluded and then began to wonder about her family. Was she a stranger to these parts as he was, or was she native-born? Kismet greatly wished that she was the former, because it would mean that he wasn't the only one. These two females were the first souls he had met since coming to Anikira, and he was over-joyed at the prospect. He was also happy that both seemed to be loners.

After a moment or two longer, the smaller female slowly shook her head, and then, quite suddenly, turned and looked at the large male. Kismet watched as she took in his appearance, and the lopsided grin that he had worn earlier came back to his maw just as her eyes turned, and met his. Kismet's blue orbs looked into her green ones, and he found himself deep in a forest, or rolling in a lush meadow with tall grasses. Something electrifying ran up his spine as the two wolves' gazes met. Hello, there. Kismet said slowly. He directed the words unconsciously at the female whose green eyes stared back into his own blue orbs. He could not bring himself to release those eyes. His tones were the deep ones of a male. But they were gentle as well, and carried a sort of grace that matched his outward appearance. His voice sounded vaguely musical, because of his happy mood.

Kismet's lopsided smile remained on his face the whole time, and he quietly waited for either of the females to release a name. He mostly wanted to hear the name of the beautiful femme across the meadow from him, but he was not rude, and so he gave faint twitches of his ears toward the stilted wolf frequently to pick up anything that she said. He would say his name last, as was his custom, and anticipation built up in his mind as he thought of many names for the wolfess.

"Talking."

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Zira's eyes raised when the maned wolfess turned her back and ran. She by all means did not expect it, that was for sure. Her amber eyes held no emotions as she did so, leaving the two wolves in each other's company in the moonlit night. Zira hadn't a problem with this, but was slightly confused. However, she didn't let the fleeing female take her attention away from the issue at paw here. Bright, glowing, proud eyes shone reflecting the moonlight in a manner that no other could imitate. It was completely natural in the dimness of the surrounding forest, and in them was nothing but sincereness. This made her all the more beautiful, many would say. Zira would humbly deny such compliments, but would smile too.

She turned her face now to the male who seemed awestruck; it didn't make her uncomfortable but she wondered why he appeared as he did towards her. Really, she was nothing special, not in her eyes. To others though, she never considered what they might see. A slender, warm earth toned body. Long, nimble legs and tall, wary ears. Ivory claws that were well under control. A lengthy tail. And emerald eyes, the color of the depths of the ocean, so full of life and so full of joy. Never did any darkness truly haunt her. It was something others envied, and Zira would again deny the attention.

She smiled at the male now, who was indeed a handsome specimen. He was built well, and his eyes shared the friendliness of her own. She could tell perhaps he was a kind hearted wolf like herself. Zira lately had been having troubles with finding others with pure intentions. Maybe he was sent by whatever gods there was to provide a sort of powerful hope for her. Wolves these days have long forgotten the natural instinct of love and community, and it lived within Zira. She hoped she could disciple many and teach them the old ways. But perhaps he too was a teacher.

Zira smiled at him now, a very warm gesture as she spoke. Her words were liquid silver dripping from her tongue. Her voice, low yet beautiful, flowed easily to his ears. She was flawless. And so, there were two. Zira chuckled a little, a heartfelt sound that the atmosphere welcomed. My name is Zira, she spoke, dipping her head as a respectful greeting. If you don't mind my asking, whom do I have the honors of sharing this lovely night with?

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ooc; sorry this took so damn long. life is rough sometimes! here you go- also Jazz and Memphis have left the site so myeah

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Just after Kismet spoke his own greeting, his voice drifting on the wind, his audits picked up the noise of paws. Curiosity sparkled in his eyes as he slowly turned his head. His blue eyes reluctantly released the green orbs across from him and he trained them on the maned wolf. She slowly turned, and then, without a word, she turned tail and ran away quickly. His eyes followed her retreating shape until it disappeared. His eyes were troubled. What had happened? Was it because he had mostly spoken to the unnamed wolfess across the meadow from him? Or because of the way that wolf had studied the maned wolf? Confusion circled him and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

A moment later, when the sound of her retreat could no longer be heard, Kismet turned his head back to the Valley. And then a huge smile lit up his face. They had both turned their heads towards each other at the exact same moment. A light chuckle escaped his maw at the hilarity of it all. Her green eyes were bright. A small smile crept onto her maw when she looked at him, and Kismet's heart jolted. Wow. Kismet studied said wolf. Her coat blended together perfectly. It was absolutely gorgeous. The moonlight bathed her lithe body, and made her emerald eyes shine. His smile became sweet, and shy, as his eyes drank her in. She was absolutely beautiful. Finally, he met her green gaze once more, only to find that she was watching him.

Her smile was warm, and it lit up her whole face. The warmth spread to her body, and then she opened her maw. A small chuckle escaped her, and Kismet's heart skipped a beat. She was going to make one wonderful mate for some lucky brute someday. She was flawless. No artist, with perfect ability and creative mind, could have designed her more perfectly. And then she spoke. Her voice was like liquid silver, and it melted Kismet's heart. It was low for a female, but it was soft and gentle, like the wind. It was absolutely beautiful.

My name is Zira.

Zira...how beautiful. She dipped her head respectfully after she spoke, and then spoke once more.

If you don't mind my asking, whom do I have the honor of sharing this lovely night with?

At this, Kismet knew that he had been right. She was the definition of perfection. Her low voice was filled with sincerity, kindness, respect, and a little curiosity. Kismet respected all of these things. They were all the best qualities. Most of them anyway. Integrity was also very high. And compassion. But Kismet was already mesmerized. He somehow knew that she possessed these qualities. His answering smile was warm and sincere. Before he answered her question, he closed the space between them so that they were only a few feet apart. And then, in a low whisper, he spoke.

Don't you think it would be much more fitting to whisper in the beauty of the night, Zira? He paused for a second, and then in a slightly more serious tone, although still a whisper, he spoke once more. My name is Kismet, beautiful Zira. But you must allow me this: the pleasure of spending the night with you is all mine.

Kismet smiled warmly. His blue gaze sparkled with a mischievous and adventurous air.

"Talking."

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The pale male, Kismet, was extremely charming. Zira had to give him that; his confidence was humble, like her pride was. Subtle, but enough to attract her right to him. Like a magnet; two very different but similar things being brought together by some force. Zira smiled at his whispers, as he suggested they not shatter the night with voices not hushed. Zira couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. He was so... Professional but casual it seemed. His words were perfect to her ears.

His next comment flattered her. She wondered if he was sincere, or if he was trying to ensnare her. Zira was ignorant of this world, never have having a crush, or even love interest. Though she had provided insightful wisdom before of the subject, it was not of experience unfortunately. However, Zira could see the truth in those bright blue eyes. How could they be anything but true, the way they gazed at her. She chuckled lightly at his comment, a sound that broke the rules of Kismet's request.

She knew he wouldn't mind.

Kismet, I think you are exaggerating the situation a little. Zira whispered, her voice a hushed mirror, referring to his comment of the pleasure. Zira was unique, sure. Maybe even special. But certainly not enough for someone to so blatantly say what he had said. Zira was not a blessing in anyway as he was suggesting. She smiled, almost sadly, but quickly hid it. She opened her muzzle again, and for a moment nothing came out. Then her hushed voice carrier graceful to the auds of the male before her, and the smile spread to her eyes like a wildfire. You are kind, Kismet. Tell me, why do you bask in the moon's presence tonight?She asked.

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ooc; sorry this took so damn long- AGAIN D:

Note from Staff: Please remember to bold Zira's speech (:

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Kismet studied the femme before him discreetly and politely. She was incredible. She was absolutely beautiful. Her voice was beautiful, and her eyes were incredible. She was like a little angel sent from heaven to make his already incredibly pleasant night better than he ever could have dreamed. Kismet smirked deviously and the mischievous glint never left his eyes. His last comment--well, demand really--made her eyes glitter, and she chuckled lightly. It broke his request, and he slowly raised one eyebrow. The mischievous glint in his eyes became more prevalent and his smirk grew. He feigned offense at the breaking of his request, but he knew that she would know it was feigned.

Kismet, I think you are exaggerating the situation a little.

When she said his name, her eyes met his, and an electric shock flew three the air between them. It pulled Kismet even closer to the female. He was dazzled and confused by the shock, but it also greatly intrigued him. As he grew closer, the intensity of the electricity grew. His face still held a curious glint of mischievousness, and he still wore a slight smirk on his maw. The femme in front of him drew him closer until he was mere inches from her. He dared not get closer, but instead he spoke in an intensified whisper--so quiet that he barely made a sound.

Au contraire, Zira. I am not exaggerating anything. The pleasure really is all mine. He paused, looking into her eyes. The electric air fizzled. Have you ever seen yourself?

The question was posed innocently, but his voice and eyes slightly indicated a deeper meaning. The femme smiled, almost sadly, and then quickly hid it. Kismet wondered at it but decided it was better to pretend he hadn't seen it. She opened her maw, and then closed it. Suddenly, she looked back at him, and a huge smile widened her maw, touching her eyes in the same moment and lighting them up.

You are kind, Kismet. Tell me, why do you bask in the moon's presence tonight?

Kismet's smirk widened and the mischievous glint became more prevalent once more.

Well, I was feeling lonely, so I came to this meadow to rest, and what to my wondering eyes do I see? A meadow filled with the most gorgeous flowers I've ever seen! The moon is basking them in glorious light, bringing out the beauty of them before winter hits and destroys them. So, I am enjoying myself more than I have in a long time when suddenly, someone interrupts me. And then, I find myself looking at the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever beheld, and she speaks with me! To answer your question, I obviously came to meet you, Zira, the most beautiful wolf of my acquaintance.

Kismet was usually never so bold, but she brought it out of him. He seemed almost unable to help himself. And he was feeling in a terribly good mood, and also a little mischievous, which made him bold to tell the truth without thinking that it might be too blunt.

"Talking."

WORDS: 000 | TAGGED: @zira | NOTES: here you go! Sorry it's a little blah :/ but we REALLY need to get the plot between them going, cause Inaya and Kismet are moving faster than I thought.

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The short amount of distance between the two had rapidly shrunk, until the two wolves in the moonlight were mere inches from each other. Zira watched a cunning smile play onto Kismet's sweet lips, and she raised a brow at this. What was going through that head of his, she wondered silently. She didn't let her desire to know show, though, instead smiling a little back. When he spoke, she was taken aback by his voice- it was low now, and hushed but like a bang in her ears as his voice twisted around her like tendrils of lavender- sweet and beautiful. She shied away a little at his remark, looking down for a moment.

Kismet, I can assure you the only thing there is to me is these eyes, which were not of my choice. If I could choose otherwise, I would have. They bring unneeded attention... She knew he would understand that she wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but she was not accustomed to such flattery. As much as she liked it, though, she was a humble sylph who normally would cut things short when she was being paid so much attention. Yet here, under the moonlight with the white brute, she felt bound to him at this moment. A cord between them, unbreakable for the moment... Living in this very moment. One Zira wasn't sure she wanted ever to end.

Zira saw so much in his smile. It was suggestive but in a subtle way that encouraged Zira. And that smirk he let play his black lips was a sight she could never forget. It painted itself into her brain, and she had a feeling despite anything she could not erase her from her memory. In that exact moment, she hoped she would see it more and more in the future. Maybe someday, be able to decipher everything in it. Every meaning, every little suggestion within it. It would be the puzzle of a lifetime.

His words were poetic when he spoke, and the smile of Zira once again met her eyes as they shone. She made eye contact again with Kismet, and again noted the spark. It travelled through the atmosphere easily, and ignited it between the short distance. His words hit her heart and head hard, as she couldn't hold back a laugh between them. It was a quite one, and as far as laughs go, it was beautiful. She shook her head at him, a half smile playing her lips that revealed her teeth, and she lifted her head now to the sky. Then, moving her head down a little, she looked back to Kismet though half lidded eyes.

You get right to the point, don't you, Kismet? She loved the way his name tasted on her lips. It was sweet, like honey. I honestly do not know how to reply to that, I'm sorry. No one's ever been so... Well, been as kind as you are. I think that I should perhaps thank you for that. And, on this night, I am glad it is you I found here.

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ooc; GOOOODDDDDDDD he is so sweet to her!! honestly, I'm sad they won't be a long term thing xD and Zira will be heartbroken </3 LOVED your reply.

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Zira raised her eyebrow at Kismet's mischievous smile. It made him want to laugh. She almost appeared as if she were going to scold him. But instead of scolding him, she smiled back. It was a small smile, but it was a smile indeed. At Kismet's first words, and seemingly innocent question, Zira blushed slightly and looked down. Kismet chuckled lightly at her response.

Kismet, I can assure you the only thing there is to me is these eyes, which were not of my choice. If I could choose otherwise, I would have. They bring unneeded attention...

So, you haven't seen yourself, then. He said this with finality and then winked at her before dropping his voice so low that she would only be able to hear it because of their closeness. Please believe me when I say that it is not your eyes, Zira. Don't get me wrong, your eyes are....something. But you also have...it's a package deal, Zira. You are...you're beautiful.

At this statement, his eyes were shining with such awe and honesty that there was no question that he spoke the truth. He shook his head slightly before smiling widely at her. He never thought of not telling her the truth. He never thought that he shouldn't be feeling what he was feeling. Here was a wolfess who didn't need his help--just his honest compliments. She seemed to be attracted to him as well, and there was nothing that he use to explain away his feelings. He knew that they were real, and it blew him away. They had really just met, but in a short amount of time they had moved so quickly. Kismet didn't think about this either. He was living in a moment that he hoped would never end. He was determined to teach this wolfess how beautiful she was, no matter how long that took.

When he spoke to answer her question he watched her eye light up with a smile that also painted her maw. Their eyes met again, and the spark fizzled once more, drawing Kismet closer still. He almost couldn't help it. The mischievous glint returned to his eyes and his smile became a smirk again. His heart began to beat rapidly.

He was about to do something when suddenly Zira laughed quietly. His smirk grew at the sound. It was incredibly beautiful. But what made his smirk grow was the sound ignited the spark until the electric current between them was so strong that Kismet's muscles burned with the intense desire to touch her. She shook her head at him, half-smiling, and then looked at the sky. Then she looked down at him, only moving her head slightly back down.

You get right to the point, don't you, Kismet? I honestly do not know how to reply to that, I'm sorry. No one's ever been so... Well, been as kind as you are. I think that I should perhaps thank you for that. And, on this night, I am glad it is you I found here.

Kismet's heart beat faster and he had to look down for a short moment--to break eye contact. The current didn't entirely leave, but it lost intensity. Kismet breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a minute, though he never lost his smirk. When he looked back up at Zira, he did so through his eyelashes. He feigned slight shyness as he replied.

Of course I do. No one's time is guaranteed, so when I find myself with the most beautiful wolf of my acquaintance, I have to do something, wouldn't you agree?

Kismet smiled, pausing only for a moment. Long enough for her to nod, but not to speak. And then his voice lowered: not in volume, but in tone. His voice became slightly husky, and his eyes--still peeking through his eyelashes--became piercing. Their blue color was suddenly never-ending. Suddenly, for the few moments that he spoke, his eyes held the current that still fizzled in the air.

I am very glad that it was you I met as well, Zira. He emphasized her name slightly, but not sarcastically. Instead, his voice deepened more, almost caressing her name. I hope that this is not the last night I spend in your presence.

And then the current intensified to a sudden extreme. Kismet's muscles burned and he could no longer control himself. Reaching forward slowly, so that she might back away if she wished, he leaned to lick her cheek and then nuzzle her softly.

"Talking."

WORDS: 000 | TAGGED: @zira | NOTES: I know!! Me too. ): the day that Nameria PMed me back, I was talking to you in the cbox and I was going to suggest that they become mates, but then she got back to me and I couldn't. So I didn't say anything. But that's okay!! Inaya and Kizzy are adorable too<3 even if they're super angst. And they're addicting. That's one reason why I kinda started moving things along. We'll barely have time for a second thread with them before the one where he tells her he's in love with someone else. Unless you wanna use liquid time. However fast you wanna move is good with me (: just let me know ^^ by the way: I LOVED your post<3

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The first thing he did was laugh at her- no, not laugh. A heartfelt chuckle that caused Zira's heart to skip a beat and also hit her ribcage a little harder. However, the words that follow immediately caused her to shy away again. Why, when, what has she ever done in her life to deserve such positive attention? Zira only remembered a sliver of this when Fury had accepted her. But he did not flatter her and bombard her with words she has never heard before. As humbling as it was, it was new and still, she didn't know how to react. So instead of letting words speak for her, she smiled... Well, sort of.

Her black lips were uneven, a small side smirk. But her eyebrows were raised, and also furrowed. In that smile was thankfulness. Sincere and shy. And also... Well, it appeared sort of sad. She was sorry she didn't know how to reply, and hoped Kismet wouldn't convict her for it. She knew deep down he wouldn't, but still... How what she supposed to react?! She by all means knew no charm. She only knew honesty. And in this moment, her honesty held her back from saying she didn't know what to say. Hopefully that smile, with all the emotion she could muster would tell him that.

Kismet was moving closer, and Zira made no movements to prevent it. She supposed... Part of her had wanted it. Part of her inner entity had left her body, drawing him closer and closer. When he spoke, she could feel his breath on her fur. It was such a new sensation but so... Amazing. Her smile was still shy, questioning, humble. Zira could only nod at his next comment, again at a loss for words and feeling sorry for it. He was so honest to her, and so good to her after knowing the other for all of a few hours, if even. 

He spoke again, and when he finished Zira was left speechless- once again. And he stepped forward and licked her cheek, and then nuzzled her softly. She could have sworn her heart had literally stopped then. She had never been shown such kindness, both in speech and physical attention. Actually, no one had ever touched her like this with such compassion. She smiled shyly, her tummy full of butterflies. She promised this would not be the last night they spent like this in the moonlight. I can assure you, the feeling is mutual, Kismet. This will certainly not be the last night we share our company. And it wasn't her moving now, it was something deep in her. It wasn't of her will she was moving, but of something in her she hadn't quite identified. She nuzzled him in return, her neck craning forward. 

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ooc; TRUUUUUE ahah but not even Jericho will be this good to her, he's kinda a player ;D ANYWAYS ahhh she is so speechless and baffled by him ;w; he's my fave

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Kismet would have been shocked by his behavior had he not been so caught up in--and enjoying--it so much. He had known this wolfess for...what? An hour? Two? Already he was making advances, feeling things that he shouldn't be feeling this early. He was doing things he would usually never do. However, right now, his brain was much to busy with Zira to focus even an tiny bit on himself.

She only half-smiled in response to him. At first, this worried him. But he continued on, pulled by the intensity of the current. The smile was sad, but it also contained a note of thankfulness. It grew slightly to a full smile that was shy and humble, yet sincere. She only nodded at his question the second time he spoke, and her smile still didn't touch her eyes. He was beginning to get discouraged.

After his third speech, he was pleased to see that she was simply speechless! She appeared almost stunned. And then he knew that she had probably just been stunned speechless the whole time. He determined to make it more normal for her. The air was suddenly so full of the impossible intensity of the strange electric current that Kismet was surprised that neither wolf's hair was standing on end. When he stepped forward slowly, she didn't move. She allowed him to lick her cheek and nuzzle her softly. Her scent was incredible, and it overpowered his senses. He felt, rather than saw, her shy smile. And then, just as he was about to pull away, she leaned forward and nuzzled him back.

I can assure you, the feeling is mutual, Kismet. This will certainly not be the last night we share our company.

Zira...

Kismet sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes. The current had disappeared when she nuzzled him back, and he was left feeling completely comfortable and content. After a few minutes, he pushed himself into the flowers. He stretched himself out and then looked up at Zira playfully. Smiling, with his belly up, he waited for her to join him.

"Talking."

WORDS: 000 | TAGGED: @zira | NOTES: sorry for shortness .3. If you wanna post, go ahead! If not, I think we should close it. (: can you start the next thread? Lets say a few days pass. I want it to be in between Kismet's first and second meeting with Inaya. Also, yes, I agree. They are super adorable<3 and Kizzy is awesome. He's such a gentleman: even when he's bold and rash!