Speed of Light (Open)

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She ran as fast as she could, not because she was running from something and not because she was running to something. She was running just to run, simple as that. She loved the burning sensation in her legs, the sound of the wind howling past her, and the way she felt like she conquer the world. Her long legs carried her fast and in the cover of darkness without a moon, she was near to invisible. Her steps were all but completely silent and her breaths were steady and calm despite being quick. She lived for moments like this. As she reached the Nyjoro Hills, she continued to run, going uphill then downhill over and over. She was starting to grow tired but she refused to slow down until she reached the largest hill in the distance and was at the top.

It took her about thirty minutes to reach the large hill she was going after and about fifteen to reach the top. Once she let herself slow to a stop, her breathing quickened and her legs burned even more but she wasn't complaining. She enjoyed the feeling of power she got after she ran. Once she caught her breath, she walked around the top of the hill and decided that it would do for the night so, walking back to the center she let out a loud harmonious howl hoping Zitao would answer before she laid down with her tail draped over her. She tried to sleep but she was only physically tired, her mind was wide awake and spinning.

To pass the time,  she decided she'd go for a hunt and settle her now growling stomach. She padded lightly down the hill and instantly picked up the scent of a nearby grazing deer. She moved quietly, crouching down and sticking to the side of the hill. She crept up quietly behind the young doe and waited to see if she saw she was being hunted. When it was clear the doe was still oblivious, she ran again as fast as she could chasing the animal for only a few minutes before pouncing and bringing it down. She gripped it's throat in her teeth and shook her head, only letting go once she saw that it had taken it's last breath. She wasted no time tearing into one of it's legs, growling hungrily.

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She was here. Her scent, her being, her sound, all resonating around him. He was drunk on it, viciously hungry for her as if it had years rather than weeks that he had been without her presence. It wasn't so much that he was dependent; he had endured the weeks stoic, as if nothing had happened, but now that she was once again within his reach he felt all the compiled longing of the time they had spent away from each other. Xion. Zitao heard her voice ring our through the trees, but he did not answer her call, instead grinning maliciously and making his way towards the sound. Oh, my love, how I'v missed you. Perhaps it was foolish to throw himself so carelessly into her world, but she had proved that was strong enough to hold the burden, and despite himself, Zitao couldn't wait until they were once again reunited. Their first meeting had been that of threats and promises, shows of strength and whispers of weakness. He would have stayed with her longer if he hadn't had to leave to find Anima. He was not about to let her go unpunished for her actions. Xion would be pleased with the information, he knew, but he had resolved long before not to let her have a hand over his pet. In his world, to be a pet was sanctuary for the weak. He would not irresponsibly leave Anima to be hurt by those in his company. No, only he could do that. Perhaps it was her only salvation, that Zitao would stand strong above her when others threatened. Even if she herself couldn't see it, Zitao knew the perks of being a pet. His pet. He had strength enough for the both of them. He would not misuse it.

Zitao trailed her over the crests of hills and down through grasslands, letting her scent and distant sound guide him. A couple of times he lost the trail and had to trust that he was moving in the right direction, but always, after some time, the trail would reappear. She wasn't trying to hide from him, and it made it easy to track. Soon he drew near, and listened in the shadows to the sound of her killing.  It was only once she had started eating that he drew forward out of the shadows, tilting his head in amusement and vague excitement. "Xion" His voice trickled through the air slowly, deep and full of a danger that they both knew she didn't have to worry about, "It appears that I have found you, after all this time. Haven't you missed me?"

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Usually, the black wolf she wolf was always cautious and focused on her surroundings no matter what was going on. But, with both tiredness and hunger catching up to her, her only thoughts were on killing and eating so that she could curl up on top of her hill and sleep. However, because she was so lost in what she was doing, she neither head nor smelt the arrival of another wolf. When no one had responded to her howl, she figured that everyone was either asleep or with their packs and that she would spend the rest of the night by herself. The thought had not crossed her mind that a wolf would choice not to reply to her call and to simply show up unannounced. However, she would be proven wrong.

When she heard her name being called from her behind her, her reaction was instant. Her body tensed, chills and shivers rand through her frame and along her spine, and an excited and lustful smirk formed over her muzzle. She could recognize that one voice in a plethora of different voices. It belonged to Zitao, the black wolf who she wished so desperately would seep into her mind and break her down only to build her back up stronger than before and keep her by his side. She turned around slowly, taking a second to regain her composure. “It appears you have, my dear, but the question is, can you keep me?” she smirked at her comment, understanding the hidden meanings. Right then, there was nothing keeping her from leaving him besides her little crush. However, if he started creeping into her mind, that would not be the case and she definitely would not leave him. She smiled innocently up at him, wanting to nuzzle into his neck and feel the muscles which so brilliantly defined him but she kept herself in line, remaining calm and as relaxed as she could be.

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Zitao watched, looking for the usual signs that he was affecting her. He still had not yet reached the depths of her mind, and it was irritating to not know what she was thinking. Anima had been taught through violence, breaking down her walls so that he could understand the way she thought. It was one of the many advantages he had had over her. Zitao never likes to be in a situation that he was at a disadvantage, especially not with females. He knew they could be downright vicious if they so pleased. It was better to have them calm and accepting. He knew that, although pain and shattering would be a part of both Xion's and Anima's lives with him, the way he conducted his actions towards them would have to be different. Xion was a being to be respected. He could not be as careless as he could be with Anima. This was one way that Anima was, although he would never say it, stronger than Xion, at least for now. Anima had grown accustomed to him in such a way that when he broke her, all she had to do was ask permission before putting herself back together. Zitao suspected Xion would be different. She had to be built up by those who had broken her. It made her strong. How on earth these two females both found themselves under his paw was beyond him.

Zitao raised an eyebrow at her question, not replying to it for a couple of moments. "I think a better question to that would be; would I want to?" It was a game of resistance they played, and one that they both knew who would win. True, it was all for show, but it was interesting anyways. "Tell me, fair Xion..." he drawled, lumbering closer to her at a painfully slow pace, "What would you do if I didn't let you leave? Or rather, what could you do? let us not make this into another show of power as we both know the outcome. You have desires, and so do I. I am more than happy to give, and you openly accept whatever I offer. If there no greater balance in life? What could corrupt something already so crooked? There is no force on earth. Do you dare to resist?"

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As always, the yellow eyed male knew exactly how to get to the she wolf. First the sneaking up on her instead of answering her call and simply walking over, adding the key element of mystery that always put her on edge then calling her name in a manner that held many deeper meanings. Then came the twisting of words, turning the tables back around so that he was on top once again. Rather he realized it or not, or even if he just partially knew it, both times he had seen Xion, he had managed to somehow get to her, in one way or another.

“While that is a good question, I am choosing to believe that if you did not have plans to do so that you would not have come looking for me and if you want try to say that you weren’t looking for me and just stumbled upon me then I am choosing to believe that you could have just as easily kept walking. You also can’t say that you were just going to stop by for small talk because we both know that neither one of us cares very much for such a waste of time.” She smirked smugly when she finished talking knowing that she had not only answered her questions but had already answered any arguments that he could have made. While she still was not sure of the manner in which he wanted to keep her, be it a sex toy or an eventual mate, she knew that he was definitely going to keep her.

She tried to act like she didn’t notice the way he so very carefully inched closer to her, like a wolf on a hunt, despite the chills that went down her spine. Her ears perked when he called her name and she listened carefully to what he said next. “First of all, I would do nothing if you didn’t let me because I would be content. Why would I intentionally try to leave someone or somewhere that I’m purposely trying to get to? That would make little to no sense. As for what I could do, there are a few things I could do but that is an argument we need not have because like I just said, I would do nothing. I am ready to accept whatever it is you have to give, though the question there is are you ready to give?” As she finished speaking it took all of her strength to stop herself from showing herself. But, she knew that willingly accepting submission bellow him would not be nearly as fun as fighting against him and being forced to submit. So instead, she moved forward and closed the last little bit of space left between them before she laid her head against his so that her muzzle lay beside his ear. The physical touch was enough to send yet another chill down her spine and again she had to force herself to remain calm. “I most certainly do not resist,” She finally answered his last question in a rare tone that hid both dominance and submission, letting him know that she would take what he had to offer and she would enjoy doing so but even still, she would not submit without a fight.

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Perhaps it was the fact that Zitao could play with Xion without breaking her, or perhaps it was the fact that she actually enjoyed being played with, but Zitao found her irresistible. Not in a way that he found killing, however. Xion's allure was something far more opaque, and he yearned to see what was beneath the first layer of her mind. He, however, knew he had to take his time, both to drive her insane and to practice patience for himself. She was an experiment, a test of strength and cunning. He still did not trust either of them to fully invest in her adventures, and currently he felt like he was simply floating on the surface of whatever danger they could get into together. In time, he knew, it would possibly get harder, but time would also bring the opportunity to find out what really made Xion tick, and if was worth his time. 

Zitao chuckled at her words, the sound resonating through a forest as dead as the creature she had early killed. "Clever girl" he hummed, though it was nothing less than obvious that he had some sort of interest in her. He always got what he wanted, in the end. "And yes, I suppose you are right. Small talk is boring and empty. Meaningless words to fill space. However, it appears that you tend to often be an exception for me. Curious, how that is, isn't it?" He didn't move any closer as they stood, fur mingling in the stale air between them. Her words made him grin, though the origins of his happiness would be lost to anyone but himself, "You would be happy? It is one thing to get to somewhere, and another to not be allowed to leave once you are there. Could you put up with it, or would your white heart waste away as you grasped desperately at something far away, even when it was close. Blood cannot stain empty air." Although he was mostly using the words to taunt her, a part of him knew that there was a faint truth ringing in their meaning. Zitao was not one to show warm emotions, even in the odd chance they showed themselves in his twisted mind. There was a chance that Xion would not understand this. If that happened, he presumed that she, like all the others he had met, would find him cold and distant. Those are not traits that many like to find in others. Would she leave? It was always a possibility. 

The chance seemed rare, though, as she moved even closer, whispering in his ear. He could feel her, smell her; she was everywhere. No response was given to her words, but he turned his body, so that he was gentle leaning against her, his head resting on her back. His eyes scanned her ears, wondering it would be like to nibble them, and the thought made him chuckle, "Oh, Xion." he sighed, "You are going to ruin me, I know it."

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Ooc: This could go... in any direction really. If you have any ideas, now would be the time to lemme hear them

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The two black wolves stood facing each other; there postures still as each one looked over the other with different thoughts running through their minds, their yellow and orange eyes only showing hints of those thoughts. It was clear that Xion wanted the male wolf as she made no attempt to hide it, finding it pointless and something only scared and lowly wolves did. However, it was also to see that the other was hesitant if nothing else. It was as if he didn’t yet trust them to fully engage in the fantasies that the she wolf had, despite how badly she wanted them. It killed her to wait for what she wanted so badly but she wanted him to be the one in control so she would sit back and wait however long it took, even if she did it impatiently.

Her ears perked at his comment as she caught onto the tones in which it was laced with. She knew there was a chance she could be imagining it but she swore he was speaking with more interest in her than he had yet to show. “My dear, I am exception for everything, big to small. Like I’ve said before, I’m nothing like you’ve ever seen before,” she answered his question with a slight chuckle. Again her ears perked at the grin that spread against his dark muzzle as she knew he had his own reasons for it and she was suddenly curious to know what they were. “Indeed I would be happy, Right now I am but a loner causing hell on earth and hoping that my thoughts may one day solidify. In comparison, being nothing more than a toy to give you pleasure would give me more content than how things are right now. But dearest I assure, my heart is far from white. If it is a white at all, it’s a snow covered landscape stained red by the blood of past victims glowing eerily with the powerful lust that curses through my veins. I can guarantee that I would not leave your side and that you could not easily get rid of me, though I doubt you’d want to.” Her words jumped from topic to topic but they were all honest and final.

The moment the black wolf laid his head over her back, it felt like a lifetime worth of pain and stress was taken away. She had been craving his touch so desperately that she almost believed she was dreaming, unable to process the idea that he had actually given in. With a chuckle and a smirk she reached around to nip his side, “Good, I like that idea.” However, after she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and stayed quiet for a minute, her form shaking lightly as she tried to muster up the courage to let him see past the walls of fire she had always kept around herself and for a brief moment, she did. “Zi,” she sighed quietly, “I keep my aggressive, arrogant, and confident side out so that others will believe that I am fine, but honestly, I’m broken inside. Behind my smirk is a hurting heart, behind my chuckle I am falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see the wolf I am…Isn’t me. So maybe there’s a reason I like broken things, maybe it’s because I’m broken too.” She squeezed her eyes shut trying to pretend as if no one was there, as if she was talking just to herself. “You need not be afraid of breaking me, for I can’t break if I’m already broken, I can’t sink if I’ve already sunk, I can’t die if I’m already dead.” After that her body went still as her eyes opened, dark and solid, the walls having once more been put back into place.

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Muse : So Good!
Tags : @tao
Notes : This ending was sooooo weird to write for her but, even though she's ready to kill me, I think I really like how it came out XD

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He wanted her. She wanted him. How could such a simple idea brew so much internal turmoil within him? Perhaps it was not the fact that their desires skirted the line between sanity and danger, but rather the fact that neither of them would in any way try to contain the reaction that would follow. Zitao knew of the fallout that could happen, the pain unlike any other. He was all for pain, and emotional manipulation was a language he spoke most fluently, but getting invested in Xion meant that they were both teetering on a wire, a mere breath's width, waiting to fly or tumble into the darkness unknown. Xion seemed all to eager to dance upon the wire, and while Zitao was not opposed to swaying her ever so slightly to and fro, he would much prefer to do so from the safety of stable land.

That being said, Zitao knew that to fully entangle Xion into his web, he would have to show some sway on his end. It was not a fear that was holding him back, but rather cautiousness, born out of years of solitude with nothing but his own mind as company. Could he give Xion the power to hurt him in such a way? The idea seemed foreign, but with each passing meeting he seemed fonder of the female, watching for the little quirks that spoke truths that she would never dare say. 

Zitaos smile twitched at her words, pleased at the air of self confidence she portrayed. "You seem to grow more right every day, and yet, your words seem too good to be true. Perhaps they aren't. Either way, I have no reason to refuse such an irresistible offer. There is no danger for me." That was, subconsciously, a lie, although Zitao wasn't sure if he was speaking it to Xion or himself. There was plenty of danger, plenty of reasons to worry why even the sight of Xion breathing made him want to get closer. No, he did not want to give her up. Not in the slightest. 

"My love, the blood of your past does not stain, but rather it washes clean the poison that we share, if only for a moment. We are one and the same in that sense, so believe my words when I tell you that I know of the landscape you speak of, and it liberates me." He suppressed a contented sigh when he felt the tension leave her body, replacing it with a small laugh at the feeling of the gentle nip he received. He listened to her speak, her words soft through the daze he was currently floating through, but their meaning echoed deeply within him. "We are all a little broken" he admitted, his voice a mere breath, as if speaking it loudly would break the meaning. "But I still can break you further, and the thought eats away at me. I know I must be careful, and it is a struggle I am willing to endure. I will never push you to the point of no return, Xion. Never."

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Ooc: <3 my eyelids are shuttin as we speak, so sorry if there are any mistakes

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One thing Xion both could and could not understand was why the black wolf in front of her seemed so hesitant to act on the emotions that he clearly felt. She couldn’t understand it because of how badly she wanted him, needed him to want her. She was ready to take whatever they had and turn it into an official courtship but as much as she tried to deny the fact, she knew the reasons why he was hesitant outweighed the reasons why he shouldn’t be. They were fire and gasoline; they could be extremely harmful to one another if they weren’t careful or they could work together and create a gorgeous and bright passion that ruled the very land they walked on. It was a very fine line between disaster and love and she could understand why he’d be worried about walking it.

She couldn’t lie, she was very curious as to how long the male would continue to play this game of his, rather it be a game or surprisingly based completely off his fear. If he continued to play hard to get, continued to act as if he didn’t want her and wasn’t interested, she would eventually grow tired and walk away, disappointed but still ready to return to causing mayhem. Each encounter they had, they continued to grow closer and yet he continued to act uninterested, which, if he really wasn’t interested, he would get what he wanted because she would leave him behind, no questions asked. She would not allow herself to be strung along and played with unless for other, sexy, reasons.

The black feme nodded in agreement to the male’s words. “of course I am right, why would I fabricate stories? And darling, I can promise you it’s true because I wonder the same thing, you can’t be real, a male like you….is made up of childhood dreams come to life and neither of us are in danger, I promise it,” she watched him as she spoke waiting to see his reaction.

She did it. She had actually opened up. She told her brokenness to none other than a male she liked and it hadn’t come back to bite her, at least not yet. She had felt her form relax before hand and the light laugh that he gave was enough to make her truly smile. Everything felt so right, like a thousand puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. This was what she craved, she never wanted the moment to end, but to continue each and every day for the rest of their lives. “my love,” she began meaningfully, not realize the emotion that hid behind the pet name until after she had said it. “I trust you, and that should be enough to know you will not hurt me. I would walk away if I thought there was such a chance. But even if I’m wrong, I’d rather you break me a little more than send me on my way. I don’t want to leave your side, not now, not ever,” she told him closing her eyes, her voice soft and true. She wanted to be his, to be his mate, and she prayed this would be the day where he began to lose his game.

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Muse : SO much!
Tags : @tao
Notes : I think the next post or one soon will be the best time to have him act on everything.

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Xion was cocky. She was confident and overly sure of herself and just waiting to be torn to pieces. Zitao loved it. He wanted to burn her to ash and watch it twirl in puffs through the night air, blackening out the moon. He wanted her blood on his teeth and her scent in his nose and her everything everywhere. He could so easily let the monster take over, break her until there was nothing left to put back together. A one time high, greater than he's ever experienced before. No. He wanted more than that. He wanted it every day. As much as he wanted to break her, he wanted to put her back together even more, the resulting masterpiece stronger than she had ever been. She was toxic to him, and he wanted to feel the poison burn through his veins. 

"Oh, love..." he crooned, his voice low and warm, "That is where you are wrong. We are both in danger. However, I think that is the fun of it. You are not a common plaything. This may be the first time I let myself be in harm's way. And it's for you." He didn't realize how true those words were until they left his mouth, taking along with them any hope of catching his breath. Even now, with new words still lingering in the air, his eyes began to glaze over in a familiar darkness. "You should not trust me." he breathed, eyeing her hungrily, "As much as I want you to. Not yet, at least. I don't know how well I will be able to control myself around you. Fuck, I just want to devour you right now."

He stepped towards her, feeling hunger roar up within him. He had controlled it before, and he would do so now. Even if it meant starving himself of the one thing he so desperately needed in this moment. He would make her beg until her throat was raw from the desperate pleas. He wanted to see tears in her eyes, mixing  against all the love and lust within until the emotions were nothing more than a muddy puddle, indistinguishable from one another. He didn't want that later. He wanted it now. "Xion." he growled, his voice hard and commanding, though his gaze was far, far away. "Get on the ground. Now."

Ooc: *gurgles* the ending was a more rushed than I would have liked, but I honestly cant stand not posting this anymore.  Also, this is not proofread. For the same reason. 

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The fact the things were finally beginning to take the turn that Xion had been waiting forever for made her beyond excited, and for several different reasons. She could tell that, if not then, and she would be surprised if it wasn’t then, Zitao would soon officially make her his mate. She could tell it in his voice, by his words, the look in his eyes, and the soft touch that he offered her that was so unlike his usual tough exterior. She was also excited because it meant the fun would soon begin. She knew he would want to dominate her and be the one in charge and that was exactly what she wanted. However, she would not go down without a fight. Even though she wanted to submit to him, she was most certainly look forward to seeing him show off his dominance and make her submit rather than her give it willingly. The idea alone, like all the times before, was enough to make chills run down her spine.

Her ears perked at his pet name for her, one she knew she would never get tired of hearing, and her head tilted to the side in curiosity to what he would say next. “Is danger really the same when you’re looking forward to it? Part of what makes you so…thrilling is the idea of mystery and suspense, trouble and darkness that linger around you. It is enticing, a glorious poison, and one I am beyond willing to take. And darling, that is a two way street,” her tone went from a lustful one to a slightly more serious one as she finished talking. Ever since she murdered her father, she avoided males like the plague, afraid they’d be no different. However, she wanted this dark brute. She wanted every ounce of him with all of her being and the fact that she was just inches away made every second of innocent talk seem like sweet torture.

“My dear, there are a lot of things I shouldn’t do but that has never stopped me before and it most certainly will not stop me now,” she growled with a mix of stubbornness and determination hating even the thought of turning her back and walking away. She was in for the ride now and no matter what direction it took her or many loops and twists and turns there were, she would not ever ask to get off. “It’s a good thing you want me to because I do, now and always. It would take a good bit to make me not trust you and something tells me you will not do anything along those lines,” even though she knew of his personality well, having one that was much the same, she very highly doubted the fact that he would every betray her trust. He may never care about another wolf trusting him again, but she knew he cared about how she felt rather he would admit or not. “Don’t control yourself then, you needn’t hold back with me my dear, I can handle whatever it is you may toss my way in one way or another,” As much as she wanted to respond to the last part of his comments, she simply couldn’t. In a matter of seconds, her hormones rose from a level that was fairly calm to one of sheer excitement and neediness. Never before had she wanted someone, or wanted someone to want her, as much as she did in that moment. While she had known he had felt that way, hearing him say it aloud and admit it nearly knocked the breath out of her at the rate in which it made her levels increase. She took a shaky yet deep breath to calm down and felt her form tense with lust and longing. This was truly going to be the beginning to something glorious.

It wasn’t until he stepped closer to her that she could feel herself start to shake with excitement. She held her tail close to her to try and help hide how excited she was getting to be as she took yet another calming breath. If she was getting this excited already, she knew she was in for an extremely long ride and yet, she really couldn’t complain. She pleaded silently for him to try and be dominate, she wanted, needed, craved it more than words could even begin to explain but he would have to pass her test first. She heard her name said in a tone she had yet to hear him use and that alone was enough to almost make her lose it. His voice was dark, demanding, deep, and one that dared you to disobey and see what would happen. His voice in and of itself was a turn on and it was with that realization that she truly realized the depth of trouble she had just gotten herself into. She was thankful though for his next command as it was what snapped her out of her current daze. “Now who said you get to call all the shots and make all the commands?” she asked in protest her gaze hard but with enough calmness that he would know she was not truly pissed off. “I do believe I should be the one making the commands as unlike you, I can resist my urges. You couldn’t resist all this even if you wanted to and even if you could, who the hell said I would let you?”

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Muse : OMG
Tags : @tao
Notes : This thread is about to get interesting

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Zitao grinned at her words, their effect being only to dim down the haze around his vision ever so slightly. She was all he was seeing; everything else was out of focus and unimportant. No god or demon or force on earth could move him from this spot, and he would be damned if he let her slip through his fingers, at least not unscathed. His pulse beat against the inside of his skull, rattling him down to the core. A small part of his mind knew he should be more careful, but in the gooey lust that was practically dripping from his mouth with every word he spoke, that part of his consciousness seemed small and insignificant. All that mattered was now and here and Xion. 

"Ah, but it still remains danger. Whether you like it or not. Pain is pain. Fear is fear. No matter the circumstance, these emotions, these promises, hold steady. They are often all we can cling to when the truth gets riddles with lies, rotting through its once clear purity. Though I am glad that you find me thrilling. I imagine it is what my victims feel when they first catch my scent on the wind, knowing their clock has started to tick. Glorious danger, the ever present thrum of death breathing down your neck. " Truth was riddled throughout his words, a breeze of warning that seemed to always fall on deaf ears. Xion didn't know. She didn't understand. Zitao knew he was toxic, it was only a matter of time before she succumbed to the virus, which he would walk away unharmed. He, unlike her, was not attached. He didn't need her to live. Or so he thought.

"I will hold back" he urged, his mind whirring to find the words that would both snap them both out of the fog that had entranced the two. "I must. For both our sakes" Zitao because he knew the falseness of his actions, the way it was not his mind that pushed his legs into motion, gliding him back closer to Xion. Xion herself needed to be brought to reality and see the cracks in him, cracks that she would slip through and fall into an abyss of pain and unquenched longing. 

He could feel her, even at a distance, as if he was a part of the air itself that surrounded her. The way her breath curled through him in a faint fog, the vibrations of her shaking body, amplified until they were earthquakes beneath his feet. It was that that truly got him lost in his desires, until his mind was so far out at sea that not even the brightest lights urging him back to safety were visible through the darkness. Not even her words were enough to bring him back; in fact they lured him closer, daring him to do more, a challenge thrown right between his teeth. "I said." He growled, his words dripping with hunger. "I can resist more than you think, trust me. I am just choosing not to at the moment. Is that not what you would do? Do not pretend like you can resist me, I can feel it in everything you do. Don't make me use force. I want you to be mine." He pressed against her side, nibbling, teasing. Though his eyes were fogged and his mind muddled, he was still in control, even if only slightly. He had promised that he would make her beg. He was not about to go back on his word. 

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The midnight hued she wolf noticed the smile cross the other’s jaw and her head tilted in the slightest degree. Her words were true, spoken with utter seriousness, and they were words that she would never go back on. Zitao was hers. Well, she almost laughed out loud, she was most definitely his but the idea was still the same. He was her world; he was what would become her driving force, powering her to better herself in the ways of their kind. He would build her up stronger and would make her a force to be reckoned with. Together, they would be unstoppable. She would not let anything take him from her and would kill to keep him if she ever needed to. She was not one to share and if a wolf ever tried to do so with him, they would not be able to even live to regret such foolish stupidity.

“Yes indeed, it is certainly still danger. Danger will always be danger, no matter how you look at it. It is, instead, how you look at it and how you chose to go about it that determines just how dangerous something is. If you chose to be afraid and hesitant, you will nearly always fall into its dark grasp. But, if you chose to remain steady and determined, doing what is needed to conquer it, you will nearly always come out on top. But I must say, those weaklings you speak of are the prime example of the polar opposite of me. They are afraid where I am excited. They sense death where I sense lust. They are curled up from fear where I tense from a very different feeling. We may be alike, but only in that we are complete opposites.” Once more her words rang true. No matter what Zitao was to throw at her, even if he tried leaving her, which she hoped would never happen, she would find a way to overcome it and have him back in her grasp. It was simple really. The only choice he had was to be hers.

His next statement made her turn up her nose in slight frustration. “Why hold back? Why not allow yourself to enjoy this moment while it lasts, you know you want to and you should. Hell, if anything, it’ll teach me who I belong to because right now I am very much still my own,” she said with a smirk. She didn’t want to hold back at all. She wanted him, needed him, and craved him. Lust was building with each passing second and quite frankly, something rough and hot was the only thing that would soothe the growing burn. Her tail was already tucked tightly and still her scent grew something, alerting the male to what was happening. It was only a matter of time before her tail became wet and pointless in hiding anything at all. She wanted to make him work to have her but at this rate; she would be the one begging him.

Her breath was beginning to come in shallow, hot, puffs and her body quivered more and more. Her form tensed until it was stiff as a rock and her tail tightened. It seemed that the only way she could remain calm internally was to let her body succumb to the immense feelings she had and do as it wished. She was too taken over by lust and cravings to concentrate on both her mind and her body. “How can you feel it in everything you do when it is far from the truth? I can easily resist you, is that not what I have done already? I will continue to do so too as I belong to no one but myself and took orders only from myself,” for once her words were false and she was positive he could see right through them but she desperately wanted him to use the force he spoke of. As he nibbled at her hot skin, she couldn’t help but lose herself even more. Her knees feeling as if they could out any second, resulting on her following his orders rather she wanted to or not. “You might as well give using force a go because I’m not about to get on the ground,” she growled seductively and challengingly. She was so beyond ready to feel the pain of his desires.

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Zitao considered her words thoroughly, enjoying that they were both something he might have said, and the fact that she said it with such earnest, like they were words that she had burned into her mind over the years. He wouldn't be surprised if she had. He nodded, a momentary defeat, wanting to turn the attention back to her; back to his wants. "Your words have to truth to them, I suppose. Though not once did I even consider grouping you with those weaklings. You, my dear, are an entirely different category. One that I cannot put my finger on quite just yet, but I am sure I will be able to figure it out. This darkness, this fear that you speak of... I do not fight against it. I do not cower, nor do I stand strong against its chilled embrace. It is in fact quite the opposite. I breathe it, have it pulse against the confines of my own mind. There is no greater thrill than when you can feel the breath of death curling around your neck. It is in that moment that you truly feel alive." His eyes sparked with excitement, breaking through the lull of lust and desire that held the pair in its grasp. "But, dear Xion, there is a catch. You cannot advance without leaving something behind. You cannot be invincible without first burning off any weakness you have. You use pain to avoid pain; a wonderful, toxic paradox. How do you think I have survived this long? Isolation is the key to power. I let almost no one get close enough to hurt me."

A deep chuckle rose out of his throat at her words, patient and teasing. He enjoyed seeing her desperate, seeing her parched for what he could give. He wanted to see how far he could go. "Trust me, love, I am enjoying every moment we spend together. I don't need you on your back to know your mine. That is more... for both of us, and I'd much rather have a malleable plaything than one I have to beat into the shape of my words. To watch you submit by only my words, to have you tremble and pant before I even lay a finger on you? That is truly irresistible." Despite his words, Zitao could feel the pressure building within him. He needed to feel more than the air around them, but he held himself back. It was a way the two differed. Xion was fast, hard, and straight to the point. Zitao liked to build the pressure, to dance around the edges until he couldn't take it anymore. He could smell her like she was the air itself, and pushed insistently on her side once more. The air seemed thick, any movements made sluggish by its heated weight. He knew what they both wanted, and it was persistently tugging at his mind, trying to haze it over enough that any control over himself would be lost to animal instinct. 

An odd sound rumbled in Zitao's throat at her words, perhaps a mix of a growl of frustration and groan of lust. He didn't know how far he would go before regaining control if he had to use force, but he knew it was what Xion wanted. His teeth once against found their way into her coat, traveling the length of her spine, roaming before stopping at the shoulders. A safe spot, somewhere durable enough to handle a little roughhousing. "You'll lay before me, Xion, so help me god." Barely a second had passed after that sentence that his jaw tightened around the flesh, biting into the skin. I warned you, but you chose to continue. Let the games begin. 

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