dark ocean [kismet]

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Sometimes life makes us go through several tests. She's like a confused teacher who gives the exams first and teaches the lessons later. However, she is not confused at all. Life is the greatest teacher--she knows what will make us stronger; even if we don't understand it, or even if we just don't want to face it. She knows what she's doing. But in life's pupils, there are a few that don't get the lessons and fail the exams. They close in their hearts and build these giant stone walls around others due to fear. Some channel out those feelings through anger, frustration... confusion. Not all of life's pupils exceed in her class, but she always finds a way to help them.

One of those students is Inaya. 

When she killed her brother, she thought that her suffering would end. She questioned everything around her tragic past, yet she never really understood what was going on. Questions such as the reason behind her suffering and the reason behind her brother's actions circled her mind daily. She never forgave him and his cruel actions, and that lack of forgiveness was consuming her. Every time she tried to forgive him, she hated him more; she showed this anger by angrily biting off small chunks of skin off her front legs, biting her tongue until blood came out, and sometimes bursting out into tears. Thoughts of ending it all crossed her mind, yet something inside the dark ocean of her thoughts made her keep walking: something called hope. Hope that someone would lift her up. Hope that someone would rescue her from herself. Hope that she could forgive, or maybe have a normal life again. That hope gave her faith of the unseen. She was in a deep hole and the only thing that made her keep on hanging was a small branch that held her. That branch was her faith.


Four scarred, weak legs made a stop in front of a peace-bringing view--the beautiful Nytyte River. The rapid and dangerous waters were quite a sight for Inaya, even though she had no idea how to cross to the other side. She decided to lay down next to the river and observe the rapid waters as they passed by her. She, at a safe distance, observed the many colorful rocks that adorned the bottom of the river. As expected of Inaya, she occasionally perked up her head and scanned the area in search for intruders. She was always overcautious. She stood up for a moment and drank a little bit of water, refreshing herself with its cold temperature. She kept observing around, fearing company yet desiring it with all her soul... or at least, what remained of it.

She rested her body once again in her previous laid down position and heard the sound of the rushing waters, calming down her muscles. She began to feel sleepy after a couple of minutes, and before she knew it, she drifted away in peaceful slumber.

OOC : 

Done! Hope you like it... I do, it's been a while ;w; 

Tag: @kismet 

Words: 511

Mood: overcautious / sleeping

Muse: pretty good!

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It was a sunny afternoon on the mainland, Anikira. The weather was cool, but not cold. The grass was damp from this morning's light drizzle. The air was crisp, and good to the tongue. It was simply a refreshing afternoon. Th sun was half-way to the horizon, promising a gorgeous sunset in a couple hours. A few leaves rustled in their branches, before falling off, and being carried by the wind to an unknown destination.

It was in this glorious setting that a pale wolf entered. His coat was light grey and white, both colors blending perfectly into an incredibly beautiful picture. There was a dark-medium grey blanket on his back, and two of the most beautiful orbs anyone in history would see. They could never be described simply as blue. Rather, they were a deep, rich blue. They were not a light blue, or a dark blue, or a regular blue. They were a seeking blue, an inviting blue. When you looked into them, you could see into the soul of the one who bore them. Yet the stature of the male was one to be seen. He was tall, and weighed quite a bit, considering he was predominantly an Iranian wolf. His form was big and bulky, and he contained quite the set of muscles underneath his snowy fur. The male suddenly smiled, and laughed quietly. In winter mostly, but also often in fall, wolves would think that he was a ghost because of his light pelt and blue eyes. No one ever thought that he was real at first because of his blue eyes. You never, ever saw a grey wolf with blue eyes, and because of his build, that is exactly what Kismet looked like.


Yes, his name was Kismet. Literally translated, it meant 'the will of Allah'. His mother had said that it was the will of Allah that she have one strong pup of her litter of four, two of whom had been sickly, one dying, and the other stillborn. Kismet had therefore grown protective of his sickly little sister, and ever since they had been separated, Kismet had been haunted by depression and loneliness. He blamed himself for the distance and the separation that would last forever. He mourned the fact that he would never again see his beautiful sister. He would never see her smile, or her mocking eyes laughing at him. He would never again hear her beautiful laugh, that was a sweet song to his ears, neither would he watch her grow stronger and stronger ever day.


But today, such thoughts were non-existent in the male's cranium. Today, Kismet was in an extremely good mood. He was buoyant and happy, and a huge smile was plastered--permanently, it would seem--to his maw. He was so happy because last night, as he had seen the most beautiful meadow of his life, he had met two she-wolves. He had actually met a soul in this gorgeous place! He had been ecstatic by the end of it, in perfect humor. And not only had he met someone, but he had communed with them on rather friendly terms, considering the fact that they were all strangers. He had laid eyes on a tall, maned wolf. And then, his blue orbs had rested upon a graceful Mackenzie Valley wolf. She had been very beautiful to him, and she had spoken with very beautiful tones. Zira had been her name, and she had been very kind. Kismet smiled now as he remembered her. He'd never seen another soul like her, never seen a prettier female, excluding Eclipse of course. He rather liked her and hoped that they would run into each other again.


Kismet thought about Zira as he trotted along, paying no heed to where he was going. Only as his audits flickered and picked up the sound of rushing water did he realized that he had wandered to the Nytyte River. He smiled hugely, and picked up the pace, gently loping to the very edge. He stopped and stood still, pushing his neck and head over the rushing current. Some of the river sprayed up onto his chest, neck, and face, and Kismet laughed merrily. He yipped once in excitement, and began to prance about the edge of the river. When he found a weaker part of the current, he carefully crossed the wide gap. As he came onto the other side, he shook out his light pelt until it turned snowy and light grey again. The huge smile had still never left his face, and now his eyes were full of light and excitement and adventure. Kismet turned to his left, planning to play on this side of the river bank


But Kismet froze.


A sight that was...there were no words to describe it. Kismet looked, blinking several times to insure that this was no dream. He saw black fur in the reeds, a safe distance from the river's edge. His mind raced. Thoughts of Eclipse filled his mind, but he quickly regained himself. No, she would never be here, alone, without Seth. As he came to this conclusion, Kismet took a couple of steps closer to the form, being careful to be quiet. No movement or recognition of his presence escaped the form, so he took another couple of steps. And then he saw her. He saw her cream, tan, beige, and brown fur. She was laying down, in a very relaxed position. Her maw extended from her body, and her eyes were closed. Kismet watched the slow rise and fall of her belly, and heard the quiet mmm of her breathing. Kismet inspected the female quietly, taking in every change of color and the way her fur moved in the light breeze. It looked so soft, that Kismet wondered if it was as silky smooth as his own. However, he kept a safe distance, in case the femme awoke and was spooked. He looked to her face, and found a very sweet smile escape onto his lips. Kismet could have sat and watched her sleep all day long. And, as he contemplated what to do, he decided that that was what he would do. She was obviously a loner, and after all, what was the worse reaction that she could have?

So, Kismet sat down on his haunches and watched her with eyes full of curiosity, and with a gentle, sweet smile plastered on his face. Watching another being sleep, totally vulnerable, was oddly fascinating and intriguing to the male. He would never dream of hurting her, especially as she looked small and frail. And, in fact, Kismet found himself keeping alert for any intruders, constantly readying himself and his muscles for attack, if any dared to try and take advantage of this wolfess. He found his thoughts centering on protection, merely because of her vulnerability.


Kismet watched and waited, completely content, but also on the alert.


"Talking."

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"Speech." | "Thought."

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“C’mere you filthy rat!”


“What have I done to you!?”


She ran and ran, trying to avoid the pain in her empty heart. It was raining; the cold water droplets fell in her fur, soaking her completely. The clouds were dark and thick, threatening to throw all their might and power at Inaya’s pour soul. She kept running; her brother had just forcebred her and she was hurt beyond what words could describe. Her ears were flattened, her breath short, and her grey eyes were wide and her pupils were small. She was terrified. He jumped in the air and landed on top of her, making her fall down. As soon as she looked behind, her brother’s face appeared demonic in appearance. Just when he was going to bite her leg, he looked at her and began talking.


“Get up.”



“CRUD.”


She gasped for air and opened her eyes widely. Her heart was beating fast and her vision was blurred from the tears that had escaped in her nightmare. She regained her composure, yet lost it again when she saw another wolf at a considerable distance from her. She quickly stepped a few inches back from her original position, and with her tail between her legs, she began to growl. The furs in her back and neck began to stand up, her ears were semi-flattened, and her teeth were showing. She was trembling awfully when she saw that the other wolf was a male.



“Who… who are you?! Why are you here?!!”



She kept walking backwards, preparing herself for a quick escape. She observed that the white, blue-eyed wolf was at peace. However, being the paranoid canine she was, she didn't trust him a bit. He was calm, yet she was terrified. She had been mistreated so many times she was scared of everything. She felt tears coming out of her grey, empty eyes as she trembled. Inaya was such a wreck. She uncurled her lips, yet maintained a ready-to-run position just in case. She knew that the male would do something to her. She just knew it. She didn’t trust anyone, no exceptions. However, who knew?



What if this wolf was the answer to all her problems? What if he helped her?



“No, he’ll hurt me. I just feel it.”



Her head hurt way too much for her to think straight. She stood there and waited for his response, wanting to escape yet at the same time wanting to be rescued.

OOC 

Sorry for the crappy post uwu I'll do better next time <33

Tag: @kismet

Words: 422

Mood: terrified

Muse: low, tired!

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The bulky, light-colored male continued to watch the sleeping wolfess with a peaceful expression and a sweet smile. He would have lowered his head to his paws if it had not obscured his sight of her, and hindered his ability to watch for danger. Kismet was completely at peace. Slowly, the afternoon began to turn toward sunset, and Kismet watched, with growing concern, as the female began to grow restless. At first, she only twitched now and again. But quickly this turned into pained or terrified whining, and her body began to writhe in the grass. She appeared to be having a nightmare, running from something, perhaps. This concerned the male, and his brow furrowed. He was about to gently call to the wolfess, to end her agony, when he heard her voice for the first time.

CRUD.

It was a beautiful voice, despite being ruff with tension and fear. Kismet would have smiled at the sound, except for the choice of wording. And instantly following the word, the femme's eyes burst open. Kismet heard her gasp for breath and saw tears blur her vision, which temporarily made her unable to see himself, before she calmed her breathing and regained composure. Suddenly, the femme jumped to her paws, took a few steps backward, shoved her tail between her legs, and growled at the male. She's only startled, Kismet tried to convince himself. But her aggressive posture but Kismet on edge and he rose to his paws as well. However, not wanting to alarm the wolf, he executed this movement with careful slowness, his ears pricked to catch her every breath. His entire focus was completely centered on her, wary and cautious. He was only a couple inches taller than the wolfess, but he instantly noticed that he weighed quite a bit more. Kismet was in fact almost double the other wolf's weight. He watched her flatten her ears half-way and draw her lips away to expose sharp teeth. The fur along her neck stood up. All of this made the male more wary. He knew that females could be very tricky if they wished. And then the female began to tremble violently, for an unknown reason. However, her aggressive stance didn't lessen. And then, just as suddenly as the female had jumped away from the male, the wolfess unleashed her voice upon Kismet once more. But this time, she directed her voice at him as she barked two questions at him aggressively.

Who...who are you?! Why are you here?!

The voice was twice as beautiful this time, though it was filled with anger and fear. Kismet whined very quietly, totally at war with himself. He wanted to comfort the female, to calm her and vanquish her fears. However, his mind kept telling him that it could be a trap to make him vulnerable. Kismet hesitated as the wolfess took several small, slow steps backward, away from him. Wait! he wanted to call to her. And then, the large wolf watched as the femme uncurled her lip, lost her aggressive stance, and tears filled her eyes. Kismet's ears flattened to his skull at once, and his face took on a mildly tortured expression. The tears finally convinced him. She's terrified...of me, he thought with chagrin. Kismet then released his own voice. It was like a gentle wind, deep and resonant, but gentle. And now it was quiet, only just loud enough to reach the wolfess' ears.

My name is Kismet, the male began slowly, carefully articulating to prevent confusion. I'm sorry that I scared you...I...well, you see, I was just in a wonderful mood this afternoon, and I as I came down to the river, I...well, anyway, I was playing. When I crossed to this side, intending only to extend my fun, I saw you sleeping in the reeds. You just looked so peaceful, that I couldn't help but watch. Please, don't leave...I didn't mean to frighten you, and I don't bite, really.

The male had rambled on, trying to convince the female of his being no danger to her. He left out the part about watching out for her protectively while she slept, thinking it would only scare or creep out the wolf. He did not ask for her name, leaving it entirely up to the wolfess to decide whether or not she wanted him to have that information. Kismet watched carefully, and noticed that the wolf seemed torn between running away and staying. He hoped that his small speech would soothe the wolfess. But suddenly, her beautiful voice rang out again, quite softly this time. It was like music to Kismet's ears. It rang out very quietly, and Kismet had to prick his ears again for a split second to catch her words.

No, he'll hurt me. I can just feel it.

A sadness, and an anger, ripped through Kismet at the sound of the words. Kismet growled very quietly, and then spoke to the wolfess again in a gentle, soothing voice. Although this time, he couldn't help the worry that slipped into it.

Who? Who will hurt you?

"Talking."

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Inaya was now feeling terrified beyond words could describe. The tears clouded her eyes and her brain was shooting a million thoughts a second. She couldn't stop trembling; in her mind, all wolves were evil, including her. She couldn't even trust in herself sometimes. Even her shadow left her when the dark times came, and this wolf was no exception to her "no-trust" policy. She observed as the male stood up on all fours, giving Inaya a chance to observe him completely. His fur was white, yet it wasn't pure; his fur was filled with other colors such as black and silver evenly mixed in. His eyes were different, though--they weren't normal to her. They were deep blue, yet it was intense; filled with passion and understanding, yet so mysterious to her. He was taller and weighted more than her. She took the time to read his behavior; he seemed terribly concerned for her. Concerned? For me? Hah, please Inaya, think of something more realistic. Idiot. No one cares about you enough to be concerned. As she thought this, tears filled her eyes again. Just as soon as she let that thought pass, she heard his voice break out the silence, answering her previous interrogation.

"My name is Kismet, I'm sorry that I scared you...I...well, you see, I was just in a wonderful mood this afternoon, and I as I came down to the river, I...well, anyway, I was playing. When I crossed to this side, intending only to extend my fun, I saw you sleeping in the reeds. You just looked so peaceful, that I couldn't help but watch. Please, don't leave...I didn't mean to frighten you, and I don't bite, really."

Inaya was surprised with his reply, so she slowly calmed down. His voice had something that made chills run down her spine. When he spoke, it was like someone had just sung a lullaby to her, drifting her into blissful sleep. She felt relaxed, and a part of her wanted him to keep talking. The way that he rambled and spoke to her gave her feelings she had never had before. Suddenly, she stopped in mid-thought. What the heck, Inaya? What the heck? What are you doing? Stop! He'll hurt you at any moment now, all males are like that! Her mind couldn't stop playing games with her. However, his voice... it made her stop shaking, and her breath slowed down. However, her defensive posture was still there; Inaya had built up so many walls against herself that she found it difficult to believe this random stranger. She took a few steps forward, looking directly at the male, yet not trying to give off an aggressive tone. Her voice, still broken by so much crying and yelling, tried to speak with a security that was really nonexistent. 

"I won't leave as long as you don't give me reasons to leave." She took a heavy sigh and continued, "My... my name... is Inaya." Somehow, when she uttered her name, she felt relieved. Half of her desired to meet someone, to have a conversation and possibly find future friends or love, but part of her always said no. She felt lighthearted for a second as she introduced herself. Suddenly, she heard the wolf utter more words. "Who? Who will hurt you?" She felt her heart race, as she thought that he didn't hear her say what she said under her breath. She yet again curled her tail under her legs and told Kismet the thing that she feared most at this given moment.

"...You."

She felt weak for a moment as she spoke. 

"...Just like everyone else."

OOC:

EEEE im so excited  i had to reply fast!! so many ideas!! sjdhasjdk so emotional <333 they are so cute !!

Tag: @kismet

Words: 629

Mood: terrified, defensive, confused, attracted

Muse: High!

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Kismet watched as the wolfess continued to tremble. Tears filled her eyes, and then they would slowly dry. Kismet would begin to feel just a little better, but then tears would again fill her eyes, and his anxiety would deepen. All traces of his previous peaceful and happy mood were now gone. His brow was furrowed deeply, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down in a frown. But his eyes gazed into the female's with a burning intensity. Honesty and concern shown in them, and he fought with himself, desperately trying to smile for the wolfess, but also fearing that this would only scare her further.

Yet, when Kismet spoke, she slowly began to calm down. He watched as she visibly began to relax. Her muscles relaxed slightly, the fur on her nape did not stand up as much; her breathing began to slow, and she stopped shaking. Kismet was very tense, and he only realized how tense he was when the female was finally calm. She seemed to be at war with herself, and relief washed over the male when she took a few steps closer to him. Now they were at the distance that Kismet had originally set when he had sat and watched the femme sleep. Kismet's sharp eyes noticed that she kept a defensive stance, though no longer aggressive or intimidated, as she approached him. Her eyes gazed directly into his, and for the first time he actually looked at her eyes. They were beautiful. Their color was grey, and they shone with an incredible beauty. And then she spoke in her soft, but beautiful, voice again.

I won't leave, as long as you don't give me any reason to leave.

Kismet smiled; he couldn't help it. His smile was slow in the making, he was still being very careful not to frighten the female, but it was very sweet. It was only a little smile; he didn't want her to take it the wrong way, and he was still quite stressed about scaring her, and this made him cautious.

My...my name...is Inaya, the female said slowly, and then she looked relieved.

Kismet stared into her eyes. He saw the tiniest bit of joy, or maybe just peace, in them.

Inaya, Kismet whispered with such softness that it was like a note on the wind.

And then, as the male asked her who she was afraid of hurting her, Kismet watched in anxious surprise as she began to grow unsteady again. She put her tail between her legs once more, this time curling it tightly, and her heart began to race. Fear fired up her grey eyes, and her voice rang out with fear and clarity.

You.

Something happened to Kismet with that one word. Something dreadful. This....total stranger....She's afraid of....of me?! Kismet thought with incredulity. She didn't know him. How could she be this terrified of a complete stranger? First incredulity and then confusion swept across Kismet's face rapidly. And then his brow furrowed deeply again, and he whined softly. At least she didn't back away again...or run away.

Just like everyone else...

Any sane wolf would have ran swiftly in the other direction, taken aback by the complete insanity of the situation. But Kismet never once thought ill of the wolfess in front of him. Instead, her words only made him more concerned for her. He put one paw forward, leaning closer to read the wolfess' eyes. And then, realizing that this might scare her, he quickly put his paw back where it had been. He wanted to reach out to this wolfess, who had so obviously been scarred in some way in the past, but he didn't dare, too concerned that any movement on his part would be misconstrued and would thereby only terrify her further. Kismet didn't know what to do, and was speechless for a couple of minutes. Anguish washed into his eyes, and he desperately wanted to know what had hurt this wolf so terribly before. But Kismet knew that this was to be a process, and the first step was only to stop her from fearing him, at least enough so that she could hide this fear. Then Kismet remembered that when he had spoken, she had begun to calm, and by the end, she had calmed enough that the tiniest bit of light had danced in her eyes.

Don't be afraid, Inaya. I won't hurt you. I swear...I promise...please, don't be afraid of me. I may be a little bigger, but you can't...I have a good heart...please. Just...at least listen to my story, hmm? Will you? I promise that I'll leave you be if you wish that, but...just give me a chance..uh, to tell you my story.

"Talking."

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Inaya saw Kismet's intentions. They were pure and he was trying to be as sweet as possible with her. She saw his eyes, filled with concern for her, and his body language was screaming to her that he wanted to run to her and comfort her. But Inaya wasn't so sure, as she has been lied to before by her own eyes. She was still terrified, but tried not to show it to him. She saw when he stood quiet, moved his paw forward, and then placed it back where it was. He seemed like he didn't know what to do or how to answer. Suddenly, he spoke, with that beautiful voice of his. Inaya perked her ears quickly at his words.

"Don't be afraid, Inaya. I won't hurt you. I swear... I promise... please, don't be afraid of me. I may be a little bigger, but you can't... I have a good heart...please. Just...at least listen to my story, hmm? Will you? I promise that I'll leave you be if you wish that, but... just give me a chance.. uh, to tell you my story."

She squinted her eyes a little. Was he begging for a chance? She lowered her head a little and her eyes met with his. She couldn't say no, because she felt horrible listening to him beg for a chance. "I... uhm... well, if you feel okay with it, then... uhm... then you can tell me your story, Kismet. I... I uh... I'm sorry for reacting like that... I'm very sorry, actually... Ah..." She really felt like if she hurt his feelings somehow, so the overly-apologetic side of her took over. She decided to loose her defensive posture and sit down. She was still at a safe distance of him, just in case that he tried to play games with her. Something inside of Inaya made her feel like if this male was her hope, yet another side of her was calling herself stupid for believing in stupid fairy tales. She sighed and decided to let Kismet talk, for she oh so loved his voice.

OOC:

Sorry for the small post, I wanted a short one to save up muse for Inaya's long story in the next post after you x3

Tag: @kismet

Words: 364

Mood: sorry, guilty, confused, attracted

Muse: Okay!

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Kismet watched the female as she continued to war with herself. Slowly, she began to appear to calm herself and push away her fear. Kismet knew from experience that she was just hiding her fear of him, but that meant that he had somehow managed to accomplish step one of the process: diminishing her fear of him enough so that she could hide it. And then her ears pricked--in eagerness?--when he spoke. She squinted her eyes slightly as he finished, but Kismet thought that she was narrowing them. When she lowered her head, he thought that she was about to banish him from her presence. And then the wolf's grey eyes met his. For the first time since he had seen her, she intentionally looked into his eyes. The act sent a shocking sensation through Kismet's body, and another sweet smile broke onto his face. And then the female's voice rang out again. This time it was sweet, void of fear and anger and surprise, but marked by a hint of guilt. Guilt? But...why does she feel guilty?

I... uhm... well, if you feel okay with it, then... uhm... then you can tell me your story, Kismet. I... I uh... I'm sorry for reacting like that... I'm very sorry, actually... Ah...

Kismet's smile immediately turned into a frown. She was sorry? His brow furrowed with confusion, but instead of consoling her, he let his voice rumble out of his throat. He didn't want to wait for her to change her mind, and his voice seemed to soothe her. The male changed his frown for his previous smile, though it wasn't fully genuine this time, and began to relate his story. To his great relief, the female politely sat down to listen, losing her defensive posture.

I am one of four, Inaya. My eldest brother was stillborn. My other brother lived only a week after his birth. My little sister was a sickly little pup. Our mother named her Eclipse, because she didn't think she would survive her first day. I was the only healthy pup, and that is why I have the name Kismet. But...Eclipse surprised my parents. She not only lived past her first week, but lived past her first month. By the time Eclipse and I were six months, she had become the sweetest, most gentle wolf in the world. I'm not even sure that you could call her a wolf: she was much too tame. Kismet chuckled lightly.

My parents were both strong members of a pack before they mated. My father was the top warrior and my mother the best hunter. That's how they met actually. At first they always fought with each other--in a teasing manner--about which duty was more important: keeping the pack fed, or keeping pack enemies away. Anyway, they met, fell in love, and mated shortly afterwards. Their Alpha was kind, but he held very strong views about certain things. He thought that it would tear his pack apart if there were any litters besides his own. So, as soon as my parents found out that they were expecting pups, they naturally went to the Alpha. They understood his policy, but begged him to make an exception. Obviously, he couldn't do that. He threatened to kill the pups himself after they were born if they would not do it themselves. He never even suggested that they leave, but that's what they chose. They couldn't even think of us dying, if any of us survived...what I mean by that is that my mother is Iranian, and as you might know...we don't reproduce very well. There is seldom more than one surviving pup, and sometimes the only pup can be sickly and die before reaching maturity. So they had to worry about this already. My father's a Grey, but they were unsure if this would cancel anything out or not. Obviously, it helped, seeing as I got my size and strength from my father... Kismet frowned slightly, before continuing.

Anyway, when Eclipse and I were a year old, my parents decided that they were going to rejoin their pack. They thought that their Alpha would be glad to have them back, because of their ranks, and would really enjoy me because of my size and...capabilities.

Kismet paused, not wanting to dwell on his immense fighting abilities, or even mention them. He rarely used them except in practice to keep himself sharp. He hadn't had need of them in a long time, and his heart was so pure that he had really only used them once... Don't get ahead of yourself, he told himself. He would get to that part soon enough, although he didn't relish it. He thought about skipping over it, but then decided against that. He was going to be honest, which meant not hiding the facts.

Eclipse was always improving, but at a very slow pace. She always got worst in the winter, and would have to gain back all of that progress in the spring and summer, so it was a slow process, you see. I knew that the Alpha would not accept her, and I couldn't come to join and then just say, 'Haha, just kidding!' when he refused my sister. So I took Eclipse west, leaving my parents to join their pack. We left in the night, while they slept, because I knew that they would try to convince us to stay. Eclipse was so sweet...they would have convinced her. So we went our separate ways.

When we were three, we had been in our own territory for a year and a half. There was a small meadow that Eclipse loved dearly just a few miles outside of our territory, and elk usually grazed there. One day, late in the summer, Eclipse seemed very healthy, almost as strong as a normal wolf. It was getting late in the year, and I knew that her health would soon decline. She wanted to hunt in this meadow, and I agreed reluctantly. That day, in that meadow, right after bringing down a large buck, a chocolate brown wolf jumped between us. He thought that I had stolen her kill. Kismet chuckled softly.

After that day they were almost inseparable. Of course I never allowed him too close to the den, but he came every day. He howled before he crossed the border, and won my respect that way. He was very mindful of me and very respectful of Eclipse. He soon learned of her weakness, but was never deterred: not even for a second. They were soon mated, and although only two of their first litter survived, they pushed on. Both pups were strong and healthy. Seth, Eclipse's mate, protected his family, and the pack territory well. At three and a half, I left on what was meant to be a short expedition. I was scouting out the territory within a hundred mile radius of our territory so that we could expand. The space that we had was not enough for our increasing numbers, and I would never ask Seth to leave his pups, which were still suckling. So I left. I started south, figuring I would make my way in a spiraling circle back to my own boundaries. When I just about reached a hundred miles south, I ran into a strong stench. It was another pack, a big one, but the smell was strong and aggressive. I simply wanted to scout around them, to find out just how large the pack, and it's boundaries, were.

Of course, I should have turned at their border and started on my spiral journey home. But I didn't. After tracking their boundary line for about a day, just before sunset would begin, five of their warriors attacked me. I assumed that they were the best, and whirled to face them. Only two attacked me at first, tearing my left ear. Kismet flicked his left ear reflexively at the memory and the setting sun gleamed through the tear, outlining the scarred edges. I was able to fight them off easily, and got up, demanding why they had attacked me when I had not trespassed. Instead of responding, two of the other wolves charged me from the front, and at the same moment the other two came back at me from my right. They were boxing me in, and my only escape from their attacks was from my left side. My plan was to turn to face the wolves coming at my right, and because of the wolves charging my front, I had missed seeing the last wolf coming at my left. As I dodged left, that wolf closed his jaws around my throat, and raked his claws across my left side.

Kismet subconsciously flexed his left side, where the three long scars scored his body. His fur had grown over them, but had grown in a darker shade--light grey--rather than the white that covered most of his body. It was a slightly darker grey than the color that helped form his coat, and because it had only grown that shade along the scars, it formed an unnatural appearance. A small shudder passed through the male's body as he remembered the scene. He left out how awful it really had been, and how much pain he had been in for weeks afterward. His eyes were lightly glazed over as his mind remembered the agony and torment. And then he forced himself to go on, speaking barely above a whisper.

I thought that I would die that day. The wolf who had gotten a good hold on me bit my right forepaw, and I retain a very slight limp. They attacked me again, only trying to agonize me further, to get their point across. It felt like hours, but in reality, the entire scene probably only lasted a half hour or so. Finally, the pain stopped and then they were gone. I lay where I was all night, and then, just after dawn, I pulled myself to a safe place to rest. After a few weeks, I was on the mend, and by the time I was four I was wandering around aimlessly, trying to find my way back to my sister. But my time healing had left me completely unaware of my location, and I was therefore unaware of the direction that I was traveling. I eventually reached a beach, and saw these strange two-legged creatures who are called Man. They had these vessels that traveled on the sea, and by this time, I had resolved myself to the fate that I would never again see my sister, or Seth, or their two pups. So I climbed aboard at night, found a good place to keep out of sight, and stayed on the ship.

For eight months, I wandered the world, only coming out when I was quite hungry, and only at night, when they were all asleep. Sometimes, when they hit land, I would get off and get aboard a different ship, but I never stayed on land for long. I traveled this way for eight long months. And then a storm hit. I escaped the ship, and floated on a scrap piece of wood for days until I drifted onto Ina'mose Island. After a couple of months, I came to the mainland, Anikira. Since then I've been wandering the island alone, until the other night when I met two lone souls. And then today...when I met you. I-uh-That's my story.

Kismet finished. The silence seemed like a heavy weight to him, after he had filled the air with his voice for so long. The male had drifted back into a sitting position while he spoke, and now he lifted his head again, and looked at the sky. The sunset had begun now, and the golden light behind him lit up his fur, outlining his shape. He smiled happily: sunsets were one of Kismet's favorite things. And then his eyes turned back to the female's grey eyes before him. His smile became slightly smaller as he tensely waited for her reaction. And then he spoke one last time as he looked upon her, so quietly that he barely heard himself.

Inaya...

"Talking."

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Inaya heard Kismet's voice talk about his past. He told her about his his sister, his parents and how they met, their pack, the Alphas, and many other things that interested Inaya. She began to analyze every word he said and she noticed that he also had a sad past... but at least her sister and him were very close. She had no one. Her brother was a demon straight from the deep corners of hell, and her parents disappeared when she was a pup. Kismet spoke to her about his story with his sister, about her mate and pups, and about an ambush he suffered. He now limps and has many scars... just like her. He told her how he arrived to this island and that he had met other wolves. She had only met one, yet after their short conversation, she disappeared. She began to notice the brute's scars; they were old, yet as any other scar, they had stories to tell.



Inaya began to notice that the sun was setting down, and the sky began to fill up with beautiful orange, yellow, red and blue hues. The intense light behind Kismet outlined his figure, making Inaya stare at him delightfully. If there was something that she liked about life was sunrises and sunsets. The colors and warm atmosphere made her feel comfortable, yet it was a grim reminder to her that the night was approaching. The night meant to her that she would not sleep. It reminded her of her past, of her nightmares, of her fears... it reminded her of him. Inaya's eyes got a little tear filled and looked at Kismet, and decided to share her story as well, even if she was reluctant. She had never opened up to anyone without breaking down in tears... but she needed this. She needed help desperately, and if she wanted to get out of this depression, she had to talk.



"I... I'm very sorry you had to go through that, Kismet, and I hope, I really hope that Eclipse, Seth and their pups are safe and sound."



She made a small smile; it was the first in ages, and probably the first in her life. It was small, yet significant to her in many, many ways. He somehow made her do that, and in the moment she smiled, it made her realize how good it felt. It hadn't been long since she met this male and he already stole her a smile... her heart skipped when she found herself staring at his beautiful eyes again. She quickly spoke, trying to avoid the awkward silence she had caused. "My parents met in a wild love; and from that love, which later on turned into obsession, my mother birthed three pups. One was a stillborn. My brother and I were the only survivors of the litter. They named me Inaya and my brother was named Turok." She felt nauseous for a moment when she said his name... she gulped and carried on speaking.


"Tu... Turok was always the dominant one. He began play fighting with me as a pup, but later on his behavior began to change into an abusive behavior. He kept biting my ears until they bled, he always pushed me away from food or water, and he always made fun of me. As we grew up, my parents abandoned us; they were so obsessed with each other that they forgot about our existence. I haven't seen them since. Even though my brother abused me, I... I always stuck with him because he was my only company. I was... and still am... terrified to be alone. He hunted for both of us even if he ate it all and left me scraps."


Inaya stopped. What happens next was too personal, too delicate for her to share. However, there was something inside of her making her tell Kismet. She didn't want to, and this was so unlike her, yet that small ray of hope she always had made her talk. She was trying to be strong, and as she talked to Kismet, she was holding back tears. She prepared herself mentally because what she was about to say was too painful to her still, like if it had happened yesterday. "When we were two years old... my brother began to change. He... he was more evil day by day. He... he began to... look at me with... different eyes. One... one day... he..." Her breath began to grow uneven, and her heart began to beat faster. She was struggling with herself; trying to retell what happened was too difficult for her right now. She closed her eyes and opened again, trying to clear her cloudy, tear-filled eyes. 

"He... came to our den from hunting one day... and he... while I was sleeping... he woke me up by standing in over of me... I saw his evil, twisted smile... like if something had possessed him. I tried to run, but I was too weak due to malnutrition... and... he..." She lowered her head and broke into tears, showing her sharp teeth, and began to tremble again wildly, and began sobbing loudly. "He RAPED ME! THAT BASTARD! THAT MONSTER RAPED ME! I HAD A LITTER AFTER THAT, BUT THEY WERE ALL STILLBORN! AFTER THAT I WANTED HIM DEAD!" She was still looking at her scarred legs and paws, trembling, and still snarling at the ground, and her ears were flattened against her skull. She continued on a low, dark, ominous tone.

"I wanted to see his cold, lifeless, disgusting body on the ground. I wanted him dead. One night I tried to escape, but that SWINE caught me and injured my right back leg, making me limp since today. I caught him off guard during the fight. I killed him, and I ran away. Since then I live in continuous torture from him, in my nightmares. I thought I would be happy, but I am in more pain. I hate him. I hate him so much. If I had to kill him again, I would."

She stopped and her snarl disappeared, and more tears began streaming down her face. She felt weak, yet again a rush of adrenaline filled her. "I cannot forgive him. I never did anything to him. I have never understood why, Kismet, and I probably never will." As the adrenaline rush left her, she fell down on her chest, laying down on the ground, and began to cry out loud. She covered her eyes with her scarred legs, trying to hide the shame she had from being like this in front of a stranger. The night began to slowly settle in, and the temperature began to get lower each passing minute. The birds began to hide, the trees kept dancing with the wind, and the bats began to exit their caves. Inaya opened her red, tear filled eyes and looked at this stranger, who had proven to her so quickly that she had value, and that others were concerned for her, making her relieved that she had found him. Even if she didn't trust him still, she had to. She needed to. She felt alone, and she was. But now she had Kismet.

And he was all she had right now.



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DONE ASDSAD i love my post! What do you suggest they do next? Should they sleep or something after your post and after that we plan more threads? I would love them to thread a little bit more before Inaya falls in love, she's kinda hard to break and I'd love to see her slowly fall in love, I don't wanna rush things! Up to you! <3


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Kismet was unsurprised that he had needed to share his story. If this female really was as weak and hurt as he thought, then she needed comfort. She needed to know that she was unalone. Kismet shared his story because he felt that it would be a comfort. He also felt a need for her to know him, but he pushed this away. He could never trust his emotions with wolves of this nature. He was too afraid of hurting them. He had never fallen in love before, and he was beginning to grow too old for such things, in his mind. He probably wouldn't live more than five or six years longer, maybe seven. And he would never make himself a burden to anyone. Not that he would probably ever have this problem, since he had never known the type of love that paired two wolves together for a lifetime.

Kismet was semi-aware of the female as he spoke. She listened with politeness at first, and then with growing intensity. Soon, she listened to him quite intently, seemingly hanging on every word he spoke. As Kismet told the part of his story that he had thought of hiding, he noticed the femme's eyes skimming over his body, finding the scars that were present there. As the sun began to set, and Kismet's story came to a close, the multi-colored sunlight outlined his body, and Inaya stared at him delightfully. She probably thought him quite handsome, by the way that she stared. Kismet drove away the thought quickly, reminding himself that he shouldn't care. Then he noticed a tear fill the femme's eyes, and wondered at the reason behind it. She had grown very calm, and relaxed during the telling of his tale. A tiny light had begun to dance in her eyes as she stared at his outlined form. And now, she was somehow sad again. She must be haunted by whatever is troubling her, he thought.

I... I'm very sorry you had to go through that, Kismet, and I hope--I really hope that Eclipse, Seth and their pups are safe and sound.

Kismet was surprised when the she-wolf spoke. Her voice was even more beautiful this time--if that was even possible. It was gentle and sweet, and a little happiness seeped into it. There was a little sympathy in it as well. Kismet murmured a quiet 'thank you'. And then a small smile lit up her features. The tiny smile elicited a huge grin from Kismet. The female stared into his blue eyes and then blushed, her smile turning shy. Inaya then spoke once more. She spoke hastily at first, as if she were trying to end the silence quickly.

Kismet listened intently but respectfully as she began to tell him her own story. Does she trust me already? he thought with incredulity. She briefly talked of her parents and how she had come into the world with her brother, Turok. Kismet noticed that she paused when she said his name. She gulped a big breath of air and then continued, forcing herself to say her brother's name. Obviously, Turok was the source of the problem, whatever the problem was. Inaya went on to describe the relationship between herself and her brother. It started out innocently enough, but because of the lack of parenting, Turok became abusive. A quiet growl escaped the male's maw as she described just how abusive he had been. It was not lost on Kismet that Inaya always spoke of her brother in the past tense. Obviously, he was not still living.

Kismet watched as Inaya subconsciously curled into herself. Her head dropped to her chest and her previous relaxed sitting position tightened. Her muscles were bunched, Kismet could tell, as she paused. She seemed to war with herself again, and then she spoke, a little reluctantly, as though someone were forcing her.

When we were two years old... my brother began to change. He... he was more evil day by day. He... he began to... look at me with... different eyes. One... one day... he...

Kismet's brow furrowed in momentary confusion. Different eyes? Did they...change color? Did he go blind? The femme's breathing became uneven and her heart began to race. Kismet's nose scented sweat in the air. She seemed to struggle with herself, closing and opening her tear-filled eyes. Kismet wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he was afraid of distracting her at this moment. It was entirely her decision, and he would leave it that way.

He... came to our den from hunting one day... and he... while I was sleeping... he woke me up by standing in over me... I saw his evil, twisted smile... like if something had possessed him. I tried to run, but I was too weak due to malnutrition... and... he...

Kismet's eyes furrowed more. In his eyes he reached out to the female. His heart ached for her. And then, suddenly, realization entered his mind. He was taken by shock, and his entire body froze. No movement escaped him. No ear twitched, no movement of his mouth. His eyes didn't even move to look away from the wolfess as she suddenly began to tremble violently, breaking out into sobs. All he could think was, WHAT?!

That can't be it...her brother couldn't...he--no wolf is so evil! His own sister! No-- Kismet was suddenly brought back to the present as the wolfess bared her sharp fangs in a horrifying way, growling viciously as she confirmed Kismet's realization. A chill passed through the male, and before he could control it, the most vicious noise that Kismet had ever heard escaped his maw in the form of a snarl.

Somehow the female didn't jump back in surprise at the noise. She continued to tremble, her growl slowly turning into a snarl. Her ears were flattened to her skull. And then she continued in a quiet voice that was filled with hate. She explained how she came upon her own crippled leg, and how she had murdered her brother in the battle that followed his second attempt to force breed her. At the end, she admitted that she would kill him again tomorrow, or tonight, if necessary. And then her snarl disappeared, her lips no longer curled back to display her fangs. She looked as if she might faint. And then her voice rang out again. This time it was very quiet, unsure, unstable.

I cannot forgive him. I never did anything to him. I have never understood why, Kismet, and I probably never will.

And then she did collapse. She fell forward onto her chest, and then reached up with her scarred forelegs to cover her face as she began to sob aloud. Up until this second, Kismet's face had been contorted in a terrifying expression. Any wolf to see it would have run for their life. His lips were curled back to reveal his enormous, sharp fangs. His maw had been wrinkled into tight aggression. A constant snarl had been emitted from hi throat, and his ears were flattened to his skull. If Turok would have been living, and would have come upon the two at that moment, Kismet would have killed him. But he wouldn't have done it nicely. No, that would be too kind. Kismet would have tortured the brute until he screamed and begged for death. Seeing Inaya collapse and sob brought him back from his evil thoughts. And a wave of fear took over him.

Kismet is very empathetic. In other words, any emotion that another wolf felt, he would feel. But he would feel it as if it were his own. It would be multiplied: he would feel it just as strongly as the other wolf, as his own emotion, and he would feel the other wolf's emotion. It would be doubled. But Kismet had never been made to feel such hate. It scared him horribly. And evil thought had never before entered his mind. And now, in the course of a few minutes, every evil thought possible had entered his mind, and not just in jest. It had been real. If Turok were alive, it would have happened. And this terrified the male. In that moment, when Inaya let loose her sobbing, every aspect of Kismet's expression and stance disappeared. A fearful one replaced it momentarily, and then Kismet composed himself. Now was not the time for him to deal with these emotions. Now was the time for him to push these things aside and be comforting and helpful.

The last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon, and the scene was now lit only by the dim moon and stars. Kismet smiled sadly at Inaya, unsure of what to do. And then she opened her eyes and stared at him. He could see the pain and anguish, and it was like an arrow through his heart. Slowly, very slowly, the male approached her. Each step was slow and careful. He wanted to make it clear that he was harmless, and that he approached her only to comfort her: nothing else. Kismet's smile was very sad. To look at it, and to see his eyes...one would think that his mate had just died and that he was trying to move on. Kismet approached until he was only a foot from her. And then, again with slow, cautious motions, Kismet lay down. He laid down in front of her, so that she would be able to see everything he did. He made sure that he was a foot away from her: close enough to provide comfort and his body heat, but far enough away that his pure intentions would be clear. And then, because his voice seemed to soothe her, he began to talk.

You may never understand why this happened to you, Inaya, but I believe that there is a purpose for everything. Of course, this thing is not good...your brother was absolutely vile. But...something may happen to you in the future--something that would have otherwise never happened--that may be the best thing in the world. I'm not saying that it's justified, because it isn't...but you will have to eventually forgive him, Inaya. If you don't, he will haunt you for the rest of your life. If you can somehow forgive him and move on...you can lead a happier life, completely free from him...

Kismet trailed off, hoping that his words would come across in the wrong way. And then he began to ramble on about nothing in particular. He talked about the moon, the lulling sound of the river, the beautiful afternoon...

"Talking."

WORDS: 000 | TAGGED: @inaya | NOTES: Yes, I agree about them taking it slow. Kismet will be very slow, regardless. He will think that he just feels bad for her or something at first. He's helped several wolves that are weak, either in body or mind, so he won't trust himself at first. Also, I don't know if Slawter has told you about the Kismet/Zira plot yet, but that one will have to be finished before he gets together with Inaya<3 if she hasn't told you, I'll shoot you a PM. Just let me know (: OH. As to what they should do next, sleeping sounds good! Inaya should've worn herself out pretty well, and I know Kizzy will be tired after this stressful meeting and yeah! Plot more threads!

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As Inaya was on the ground sobbing loudly, she felt the weight of a thousand elk fall upon her shoulders. She looked at Kismet, trying to ease her pain with his eyes, yet it was too much. She saw how he had reacted to her story, with a terrifying face that somewhat startled Inaya, but she ignored it. She figured that the male understood her completely, and understood that somehow a connection between the two had been made. She had no idea how though. How did she trust him enough to let him know her past was way beyond her comprehension, but all she knew right now was that there was someone listening. She was seeking for help, and she was trying to overcome the limits and boundaries she had set upon herself. Inaya saw as the male's snarling face calmed down and turned into a sad, depressed one. She felt horrible that he felt like this, but she needed to vent with someone... it has been years since she had spoken to someone about her troubles. It really helped her in a way, even if she still was physically scarred. She still didn't trust him, but now she trusted him somewhat, because she noticed that he didn't want to hurt her at all. His intentions were as pure as his coat.


She observed that Kismet moved towards her and layed down, still keeping a short distance between the two. Inaya looked at him with a tear-filled smile, that was genuine from her heart. Soon, she heard him spoke with that beautiful voice of his. "You may never understand why this happened to you, Inaya, but I believe that there is a purpose for everything. Of course, this thing is not good...your brother was absolutely vile. But...something may happen to you in the future--something that would have otherwise never happened--that may be the best thing in the world. I'm not saying that it's justified, because it isn't...but you will have to eventually forgive him, Inaya. If you don't, he will haunt you for the rest of your life. If you can somehow forgive him and move on...you can lead a happier life, completely free from him..." Forgiveness? Hmm. She had tried millions of times but she did not know the meaning of the word. She had been consumed with so much hatred she had deprived herself from life's wonders and beauties, such as the feeling of freedom; being able to forgive was something so foreign to her, yet something so crucial to her situation.

She looked at her scar-filled legs and sighed. She had to forgive him eventually; Kismet was right. She would never be free from him, and she was sure that if she forgave him, she would never see him again in her dreams. However, forgiveness is a process, and sometimes it could take months or years. Inaya began to tell herself that she had to forgive him, no matter what happened, no matter what she felt like. It was crucial for her health and mental stability. But something inside of her made her feel like the scum of the earth; she felt so dirty... so unworthy of love and attention. The single fact that this male next to her actually cared about her made her feel even more unworthy. She heard Kismet ramble about other topics, such as the moon and the beauties of nature, that to which Inaya replied with a smile on her face. Her eyes were still tear-filled, yet she kept smiling for the first time in her life. 


She looked at Kismet and sighed, and decided to break one of her personal boundaries: touch. She moved slightly more towards him, and hesitantly placed her head on his legs. She smiled and closed her eyes, and after a few minutes, she drifted into sleep... it was the first time in her life that she did not have any nightmares with Turok. For that night, the deep, dark, stormy ocean of her mind was at peace. She felt different.


She felt free.

OOC: they are so friggin' cute oh my gosh. <3 You can reply if you want, or we can end it here and end with yours <3 however you want!

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Kismet watched carefully as the female in front of him began to relax. Her eyes did not become tear-free, but a small smile began to light up her beautiful face. As she began to smile, a tear filled the male's own eyes, and his returning smile was genuine and wide. His heart felt heavy with pressure, but it was not a bad pressure. It was an agonizing joy that sent butterflies into his stomach. For the time, he forgot about boundaries and just let himself enjoy the moment.

As he began to ramble on softly about random things, her smile stayed. In fact, it widened. Her eyes remained filled with tears, but her smile widened. This made Kismet feel like he'd never felt before. The feeling was entirely inexplicable. He could not explain it. It was the greatest joy he had ever felt in all of his life. But it also made him suddenly hungry for her laugh. He was sure that she had never laughed in her life, and this made him feel rather protective of the sound. The knowledge that he might possibly be the first creature on the planet to hear the sound made him completely overjoyed, and his eyes glittered with the joy. His voice subconsciously became deeper, and softer. He had somehow progressed quite far in the process of helping this wolf. There was still a long way to go, but at this rate, he could coax her out of her shell in just a few short months!

This knowledge also made his smile widen to an impossible length. His voice became more soothing still, and he longed to reach out and nuzzle the beautiful wolfess in front of him. And then she sighed. His ears pricked, and he straightened slightly. If the smile had not remained on her face he would have broken off his ramblings to ask what was wrong. But it did. He was surprised with how much in tune he was to her.

She smiled a little wider, edging closer to him. His voice broke off mid-sentence and his breath caught in his throat as he watched. The femme inched closer, and then, reaching out, she gently laid her head across his forelegs and closed her eyes. As soon as her fur touched his, an odd sensation went through the male. An incredible sadness passed through him. It was stronger than a tidal wave. It made him want to run away and cry his heart out--something that he had only done once before. He wanted to throw back his head and let out the most painful sound in the world. Anyone hearing it would be struck by how mournful and painful the howl sounded.

But Kismet did none of these things. He simply became motionless except for the occasional twitch of his ears. His face bore incredulous joy. He struggled to breath, afraid that any movement on his part would make the femme turn and run away. It took him a full five minutes to compose himself. The night began to wane, and finally the large male responded. He let out a huge gust of air, and the most pleasant smile covered his maw. He let his voice began to ramble on again, this time speaking of the beautiful moon and the stars. Soon, Inaya fell asleep. Hesitantly, Kismet laid his head down over the female's neck. He looked at her sweetly, and sighed contentedly. Then he closed his own eyes, uttering a quiet prayer of thanks to Allah, and rested himself.

Keeping his ears alert in case someone tried to attack the two vulnerable wolves, Kismet fell asleep.

"Talking."

WORDS: 000 | TAGGED: @inaya | NOTES: closed~ omg<3 yes, they are :3 send me a PM so we can decide what to do next<33 I already have a tiny idea but I need your opinion!!