Who I Once Was, Who I am Now

[Sheera]

Ophelia's heart felt like it had halt in mid-beat. IT felt as though her stomache was boiling as molten lava did. She flicked her tail defiantly. She didn't need his help.. she had lived for quite a while without her parents.. living on vegitation, herbs.. anything she didn't have to hunt. She didn't know how to hunt due to noyone being around long enough to teach her.

The young femme's eyes blazed and she again bolted after the wolf. She lept onto his back once more and bit down on his ear, which still proven to be sharp, puppy teeth. She snarled.

(Yep its a proven fact: She's an odd soul)

[Ärï]

A much more threatening snarl rumbled from Storm. He tossed his head, throwing the pup off of his head, sending her tumbling into some winter-frozen vegitation. Shaking his head agian, Dark Storm saw flecks of blood hit the snow and snarled in disgust. He hated blood. Wolf blood especially. "Will you stop that?" he growled, tail stiff and fur bristling. "Less patient wolves would have killed you already." It wasn't meant as a threat. It was meant as a warning. Dark Storm highly doubted he had the strength to harm another wolf intentionally unless his life was in danger. Around this orphan fae it most certainly wasn't.

[Sheera]

She landed on what to her was opportunity. She looked at the vegitation with hunger sparkling in her eyes. She sniffed it cautiously as if to see if it was dangerous then did what any other wolf would do if 'prey' was held under their noses. She started to eat it ravenously. She had completely forgotten of the other wolf until just a few moments after she had attack the vegitation. She looked up at the brute again this time her maw covered in the green of the plants. "I'm sorry that was rude.." she said. "Erm.. do you want some?"

[Ärï]

Storm looked dumbfounded. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disgust. Plants? She was eating plants? What was she sick? No she didn't smell of sickness. "Why would I eat a plant?" Dark Storm asked. "I'm not sick, not wounded. What's the point?" This had to be the strangest thing Dark Storm had ever encountered in his life. A plant eating wolf. It was....wrong on many levels and made his stomach flip. Suddenly tracking a doe didn't seem tempting though he still felt a little hungry. Maybe a rabbit.

[Sheera]

The fae's ears went hot along with her cheeks. She looked at her paws which were twitching uncomfortably. She had let the memory of what a real wolf was really like slip her mind before, because she was not a real wolf. She was an orphan. She looked back up with her dark blue eyes. "I-I don't know..." she said then half to herself said, "I mean what real wolf eats.. eats plants?"

[Ärï]

"Wolves eat plants when we're sick" Storm barked. "We hunt when we're hungry, only eat plants when we're starving and there's nothing else. Wait here."

Dark Storm wasn't sure why he was doing this but too late to take back what he'd siad. The brute slipped into the undergrowth like a shadow that had been brought to life. Paws beating on the ground Storm started running. A flash of brown caught his eyes. Storm ran faster, powerful muscles rippling under his two-toned coat. The young doe leapt through the undergrowth, desperate to escape the hunter. Dark Storm let out a snarl and leapt, clawing the doe's hunches. Its hind legs gave under his weight. Dark Storm leapt up and attacked the neck before it could rise again. It was dead quickly, blood staining Dark Storm's maw. Swiping his tongue around his jaws, Storm savored the taste of his prey. His hunger had returned now. Tearing at the hide, Dark Storm tossed it aside, going for the meat hungrily.

[Sheera]

Ophelia put her head on her paws and gazed warily where he had disapeared from her view. Her fur bristled silence crept over her. Her ears burned and her stomache boiled this time with fear. She was so vulnerable.. all alone in the dark night. She lept to her feet bristling with paranoia. She didn't like being out in the open like this... her hackles now raised like she was defending herself against something.

[Ärï]

Finishing his meal, Dark Storm licked his jaws again as he padded back toward the pup. He found her standing stiff, hackles raised. Curious, he flicked his ears. Nothing sounded dangerous. No pawsteps, no growls or snarls. No scents on the wind pointed to danger. "Sorry. I was hungry" Storm barked, sitting back on his hunches and continuing to lick his muzzle occasionally, savoring the last of his meal. Dark Storm wondered why he had even come back to the pup. He could easily have just left like he had thought about. He could have gone off alone again, alone was the only way he was safe and yet...here he was.

[Sheera]

Her fur lie flat once more and her hackles lowered. The paranoia wiped from her face and she now looked content-ish. She got up and sat next to him pressing aganist him for comfort. In no way did she hide her affection and gratitude of his return. In no way did she hide her sudden passion towards him.

[Ärï]

Dark Storm stared at the pup. How in the name of twilight wolves could she be near him? Surely he still reeked of wolf blood considering how many wolves he had killed....Though time passed, to him the bloodscent remained. Storm shifted uncomfortably, his fur prickling oddly. It was....strange. There were few words for it. Dark Storm recoiled ever so slightly from the pup, unwilling to be near others. His gaze flicked from ground, to sky, to trees. Anywhere but at the pup.

[Sheera]

OCC: So he's like socially ill? XD

She inched near him swiftly. She was good at this game. She reached up only large enough to reach his shoulder. She licked it and then tried to catch his gaze. She wasn't quite as good with that... she never really could catch a brute's gaze. She never really could catch anyone's gaze.. not for awhile.. not since her mother was murdered brutally mauled by her father.

[Ärï]

(eh kinda jus traumatized and a little mentally ill)

Dark Storm stood up suddenly. Turning, he walked into the undergrowth without looking back. No. He couldn't. Couldn't get close. Too much blood. Too much pain. No. The last wolf he'd gotten close to, he had killed. Yes the killing had been asked for, Thistle had asked him to kill but still, Storm couldn't get past that. Thistle's death as well as the deaths of other wolves were upon him. He couldn't ask forgivness because he didn't deserve it. He could move forward because he was being held down by the chain bound him to his victims.

[Sheera]

She screeched a blood curtling scream at him. He was not leaving her... no not now. She bolted after him again before the high-pitched screech had halted to echo. She raced after him and again for the third time lept onto his back. She bit into his scruff hard and snarled viciously.

OCC: Odd little thing she is

[Ärï]

"Get off of me!" Dark Storm snarled. He reared onto his hind legs, dropped back to all fours and writhed, snarling furiously. His lips were curled back to show his fangs. Lurching to one side, Storm sent the pup flying once more into a bush. He stood firm, eyes blazing with an emotion that went unnamed. "Go find someone esle to follow" Storm growled. He turned the other direction and ran.

[Sheera]

She snarled defiantly and lept out of the bush. She ran after him with much force, her long legs carrying her across the seemed to be endless land. She growled and her eyes blazed with a fire she had never shown.. to anyone. She covered ground at a speed you wouldn't think a wolf her age could and she gained on the wolf successfully. She was soon only a few strides behind him barking ferosiously.

OOC: See how my wolves are made? They can have the ignorance and immaturity but also have the ferosciousness and the fierceness.