**Always** b e m y {E N E M Y} (Loni/Skehmet)

[Sivoncé™]

How she ended up in the ultimate shithole of happy-go-lucky in the first place, only the dead guys knew. But quite frankly, she was half-glad she was in the least-expected place possible. And even more so when the damned. fluffball squirrels and rabbits burned to a crisp along with the rest of the bright woodlands. Now it was just her, her confusion, and whatever unfortunate living creatures that still had the guts -- or was it stupidity? -- to hang about when it was clear she was staying for the time being. Ah, love the stupidity of the world...
And it's too damned bad that it's been planted in me, too.
She'd come here about seven nights ago, the longest she'd stayed in one place since fleeing the mountains. Typically, she would only last up to two nights. And why the most peaceful, effervescent place had caught her interest.....it would always remain a mystery to her.
Just like how she'd come to be so freaking messed up.
She'd had everything in order. She worked alone when Nepthys died, revising her own views on life and testing her body and mind's limits. When Nepthys had died, an old part of her had died, too. She'd forgotten her original results; she'd forgotten that she did indeed have limits.
Could she really kill again, ruthless and cunning, without giving a second thought to it? A thought that maybe they would've made a good killer themselves if they had been born on the right side.....
But who am I to test these limits?
And what was more....
Loni. Her complete undoing.
The reason she had moved around so much lately, and perhaps the reason where she'd settled in this place.
He'd kill her when he found her. And she would not stop him.

[Destiny]

Pitter Patter Plop Pitter Patter Plop Pitter Pitter Patter Plop Patter Plop

Oh how it bored, a never ending cascade, or so it seemed, of crystalline liquid pouring from the heavens. Was Twilight furious, aggravated about something in the world below? Was something off, different, incorrect about the current balance of things? Who knows?

Crash Bang Boom Ba-Boom K-rash Bang Boom Crash Rumble Ba-Boom

Every other second the deep, wickedly loud sounds made from the thunder slammed against the place. The small cave seemed to shake, to tremble, with from the sound of it alone. The eardrums of the poor creature lying so deeply inside had no choice but to draw in the sound. Skull felt as if it would split in two, then a million little shards, and crumble as brain exploded inside head. Migraine of sorts was aching and driving poor creature insane. The bright flashes of lightning that illuminated the little cavern, brightening it to a glow of yellow and white mixture that was painful to look at. All these things combined together only helped to make it all the more vivid. Poor bastard, what creature deserved nightmares such as this? Nightmares that could not truly be such, as one must be in the realm of sleep to experience one. So what was this?

The canvas of night, so hideous upon hombre, as if it were a cloak of black poison that he wore only to taunt all others. Enemy's, 'friends' if such a wolf could have them, victims. All of them, and more. That infuriating fiery orange, red even, such a color. Perhaps it had been the color of fire once, but now scarlet had wound its way through the fur, giving it a darker, more bloody hue. Such an infuriating coat, how could a wolf's colors infuriate someone? Oh but the brute's did. How they did. Those massive shoulders, paws with such diameter that they are frightening to those who fear them, pounding against the earth, the stone, with such a force that the ground might tremble a tad beneath. Of course, this was no small wolf. Though young, brute was as muscular as any experienced wolven warrior might be, maybe more. That tail that seemed long as it streamed behind him, it tasted so disgusting when jaws settled around it, only to rip it half off. No yelp of pain. How irritating.

No trees to hide behind now, no underground tunnels to hide in, no way to outrun. To find safety. Not this time, dearest half-brother. Not this time. Claws raked hind of the creature much larger then I, wolf's own crimson painted ones flashed as the sun caught them, and they burrowed into the flesh of shoulders. But I didn't care. Fur of silver, blue, black, gray, reddish-orange and some other violet like color, some mixture of blue and blood most likely, was all over the stone. Splatters of blood, his and mine, painting the rocks as we danced. I dove but he was prepared, saw it coming and was out of the way before I was half-way there. He lunged, but I was too quick, darting out of the way beforehand. Evenly matched were we. Sister and brother, wolves from the same mother. But who were out fathers? His was not mine, mine not his. I was Lakota's the honorable Lakota's. He was probably some rapist's child, or some pathetic brute's who was not deserving of an alphess like my mother. My mother who haunts me every moment of my life.

Once more, diving in, claws aiming for the tender flesh of belly. Brother tried to dodge, but slipped on our blood, tumbling down to the rock below. However, I found myself pinned beneath him. Perhaps the tables had turned. But no. As he lunged I wiggled and fangs met my shoulder instead. He pulled me out from under him, was about to throw me, but I latched onto shoulders with my claws, fangs sinking into neck flesh. The disgusting ink that was his blood seeping from the wound as he struggled and tried to throw me off, but it was to no avail. We rolled, snarled, slashed and bit. Rolled more... and more... and more... And then. Then there was nothing but rock, jagged rocks piercing my pelts and air. And as we fell, I watched as my bastard of a brother slammed into a rock. Head coming half off as body found itself impaled on a few sharp rocks. I was lucky, I hit the water. But I went so far down. So far down, and I didn't have a reason to come back up. But what did it matter? Loni was dead. My goal in life had been completed.

Far, far away, Akaira was having that very dream, at that very moment.

The brute threw back head, ears pinned to skull, and howled such a furiously terrified and aggravated howl that it would be heard for miles. It dragged on until Loni had not breath left in his lungs, but it still echoed in the inner cavern where he hid, and in the outer cavern, for many moments after wards.

[Sivoncé™]

Resounding pawsteps echoed in her ears, the pawsteps she'd been waiting for all this time, the pawsteps that shattered the film of silence that had coated her days, resulting in a sudden, terribly lovely clarity. All of the ashes, the smoldering flames, the sharp odor of rotting wood and soot-stained tree trunks, everything rushing and crashing over her, and overwhleming proccupation for her senses, yes. But there was another force of nature in her prescence, one that could not even, through the haze, the fog, and the night, be mistaken. A scent through the wreckage that could not be forgotten. Could not be mistaken.

She rose to her paws now, taking a few hesitant steps out into the new world swirling before her. It seemed if she took one wrong move, gave to much pressure to her paws as they paced caressingly over the black soils, the whole universe before her would deteriorate, fall apart into nothingness before her eyes. And when there was nothing at all for her to belong in......that irreplaceable aroma would fade. And so would the smear of the body in the mist.

So what if he killed her? By his paws, death looked something extravagant, more than that, she might even feel goddess-like. Honored. More beautiful than words could quite get their tongues around. In fact, now, as she moved at the same stroll towards the darker streak in the lightless night, it seemed almost heavenly.
To die by his paws.

Not only that....
Her last wish. To die by his paws or not at all. To either be given release to her endless wanderings, to be given a confirmation that what she already knew was true, that Loni hated her and she was just another stupid far in his eyes.....or to be given nothing at all. To be put into the blackness that waited for her like the mouth and fangs of the saber tooth, hungrily snapping and lunging after her pawsteps.

She stopped, inches away from the devil of her dreams now, the walker of no shadows, for Loni couldn't follow Sekhmet where she was going. Another nothingness would await her there, for burning didn't seem half as bad as her restless journeying, the coming to grips with the feeling she knew was lethal but true, the realizing that there was no feeling for Loni. There was only the lethality. That was all there ever would be for the two of them.

It had all been just this wild fantasy of hers, to expect that testing him would ever make a difference to her. She would've found it in herself anyways, even if she hadn't. It was out of a sick, twisted habit she'd done it. It wasn't like she'd hand-picked him. She'd done it subconsciously, without pure knowledge of what the deeper meaning was. Same with the saving him part. And the running. And now.

"Loni?"

[Destiny]

It was an agonizingly slow movement. Centimeter by precious centimeter head was turned in the direction from which that voice had come. That bloody fucking voice that was so achingly familiar. That devastatingly addicting sound. A body so divinely designed, such care taken into sculpting the perfection of creature's figure. Temptress that must have, most surely, risen from the darkest depths of Tartarus. What other wolf, in all of existence, could be so deliciously seductive and tempting just by standing there? Why would she come into existence anyway, for what purpose? Of course, now, he was spinning tall tales in the depths of his fucked up head in order to come up with some excuse that might be slightly acceptable. Some possible reason, something about this female wolf that would draw the brute to her like a bee to honey. It could not, surely, simply be herself? The devilish, wicked, evil that had become Sekhmet? The bastard of a wolf might be terrible, treacherous even, but he was not evil. Loni had a purpose. Everything else that he did, had ever done, was only to get the wolf through. To past the seconds, minutes, hours, days. Years. At first, that had not been how it was, of course. At first it had been life, the way Mephisto had trained him. Raised him. The way he had been sculpted from a furious pup into a deadly killer. A wolf that might, if he tried or wanted to, be able to take down Mephisto. As they say, the student surpasses the teacher.

Every single hair on the pelt stood on end. Claws scraped into the stone, the stone that was free of bloodstains, except for a small patch of crimson near a darker corner. The bones had been cleared away, of course. They were littered in the outer cavern, the largest ones a constantly growing pile that hid the entrance to his little abode. Both upper and lower lip curled, slowly, back to reveal the viciously sharp red-ish fangs, all the way back above gums. Figure was lowered, a hunting crouch almost, yet like he was about to leap or dash. The beast, instead, slowly backed away. Silently, only the pant of uneven breathing heard from Loni. Those burning, smoldering eyes of amber stared at the figure. If Sekhmet had entered the inner chamber he did not see her. Not now. No, not now. "You." The word came from parted lips in a calm snarl of realization. The figure that was appearing before the poor brute was Akaira. Perhaps it was Sekhmet that stood there, but if it was he saw his sister instead. And the entirety of the wolf trembled as he backed himself into the wall. Trapped in his inner sanctum. Like a fly caught in a trap. Of course, Akaira was no where near. But that didn't matter. It didn't matter in the least. There was sheer terror in his eyes, the only wolf in the entirety of existence that Loni feared. Akaira.

[Sivoncé™]

Her breathing stoppped again.
It was something common of the nightmares, something that automatically woke her when things went too far. When she would have foresight into too much of the torturing he would give her once he found her. Only now, it was all too real. She might be backing slowly, slowly away into the mists again, but it wouldn't matter. Like blood among sharks....once they held the smell of your blood, there was no escaping the fate that would dive right at you. There was no escaping the fate right now, before her.

Maybe I will wander in endless dark....the only true, honest place for me now. Maybe I will burn amongst the wolves of Hellfire, but surely they would understand I've already faced a greater pain and fierce beauty? No fire will bite like Loni.....
So as long as I'm gonna die, I ,might as well not run from it. I might as well just put it out there, lay it down, so he can mock me with it as I die. So he can at least know, even if he refuses to believe....at least I tried. At least I would do alll I could in the end.

So she stopped backing away. She would still be visible to Loni, but she could scarcely look into his eyes of pyre, copper tongues licking at her own beheaded carcass. It was irrational. It was stupidity. How in the first place did she ever come to feel such strong emotions for this....this....bastard? How many children and mothers did he have residing in the territories around this one? It didn't matter so much right now.....but deeply she wanted to be the one and only. How could she ever expect such things from the monster before her?

Perhaps it was because she, too, was a monster. One beyond compare,
She'd wrecked havoc on the future she'd wanted in an attempt to shy away from such desires, but the yearning only grew stronger.
And if death was to be her release into the ultimate nothingness, whether it be only Hellfire or the darker flames of Tartarus to torture her back into carnage, she would not leave the world, standing right before him, without him at least hearing the words pass her lips.

"Loni....." she murmured again, the way her tongue formed the word making it seem something soft. "I know you hate me. But you should also know that I'm not clever at all. I'm quite the opposite, actually. You most likely already have, but if you haven't, make sure to question my sanity," her words were low, measured, not pleading, but definitly afraid. Fear. Something she'd never shown to him before.

"I....I think I might feel something for you that a sane wolf would call love."

Death wish signed.

[Destiny]

Smash Smash Smash Smash Smash
Little pieces of alabaster colored, hard chunks were flying into the walls of the outer cavern and, in some cases, shattering into millions of tiny, sharp, little shards. Inner cavern illuminated somewhat as lightning streaked through the sky and slammed into the rock of the outer cavern. The brute felt the earth tremble beneath feet as if it were cowering in fear. Luckily, the rock could not catch on fire. Not so luckily, then bones may be able to. But, of course, the rain was lashing against the stone with such furious force that there would be no chance for a fire to survive. Another deafening clap of thunder, and another, and another. The brute didn't seem to move at all during all of this. Of course, one would have to pay perfect attention to notice it.

Inch by precious inch wolf was moving away from the stone wall. Not towards the other wolf, per se, but towards only way of fleeing. Guttural, feral snarls poured from gaped jaws like the rain did from the sky. There was something frightened in them though, something uncertain, something off. Spots of fire placed upon facial features were studying the fae. She kept going in and out of focus. One moment Akaira, then a blur, then Akaira again. How strange. Of course, that was, as Loni assumed, simply fear getting the better of him. Fear? Since when did the lethal creature even know what that meant? How long since he'd last felt this? Had he ever? Well, of course, all wolves do. All creatures do.

Ears of night and licked by flame swiveled forwards, wanting to hear the words that were likely meant to be the promise of his death. Wolf hadn't made it more then a few feet by now, if even that. Crouched low to the ground, as if ready to spring, muscles, body, completely tensed. Claws, fangs, at the ready for attack. Was that fear in Akaira's voice? And why was her voice so.... how it was? The brute shook head lightly before springing in the direction of the other wolf. May as well face death head on. No way was he going to let her have anything, not anything. Nose was pushed right up against her own, eyes glaring furiously into the other wolf's. Little, venomously vicious growls sliding through 'clenched' rouge-ish fangs. Lips still curled back over them, of course. But that voice, even as he invaded her personal space, unless of course she decided to move away or had already, was speaking again. That voice... why... did it sound so familiar. So ....

That's when it hit him. That's when the image began to clear. When Akaira began to blur and disappear into little whisps of mist and fog. When there was no longer a terrifying, aggravating rival standing before him. That's when he saw who it really was. "...." The brute didn't back away, didn't move, didn't breathe, didn't speak, didn't flinch.. didn't anything. Just glared into Sekhmet's eyes. Then his own began to brighten, as if they'd been glazed over this entire time. And he blinked, one slow blink, and stared at her. ".....S...Sekhmet....?" The voice trembled, and was most certainly a question, as if the brute needed reassurance that it was not some trick of the mind showing him the delicious creature that was there now.

[Sivoncé™]

Snarls that sever the spine...
A dark roar that ceases time....
The final glare....
And the threads of life start to unwind.

She was frozen to the cold, ash-ridden dirt, and all she could do was become a statue for Loni to demolish. She could only stand there, suspended in time, and simply give way to the evanescent pull that was dragging away her soul. Somewhere deeply rooted in the last place her paws would feel... Her heart would never leave here. It would be buried where her murder was done, and it would take its last pump as Loni would walk away, the crimson staining his paws. And perhaps the earth covering her bodily organ would quake and tremble if ever her love were to pass this way again. And it would be silent until he returned...she could breathe only with his prescence....she would exist only with his own existence....

And then something shattered, something shifted....her back paws. A step backward.
But why was she still moving?
Why was she still breathing?
Why was she not bleeding externally?
Why was Loni saying her name that way....sweetly?
Why was the world so still?
She said nothing, only shook slightly with the tension.

[Destiny]

Dance with me one last time...
....before my legs are broken....

Shift in weight. No. No, wait. No change. Wait. Yes. A change. But in what?
Breath crawled slowly up the brute's throat, only to slip through slightly parted teeth, jaws. Raspy as it came into the air, shallow, unsteady, unsure. Off-key, one might say. The tempo altered. Rhythm broken. Ballad no longer music. Song no longer a singing melody. Rhyme twisted into jumbled mess of words. Future, past, present. Intermingling with the above was never a good thing. Flash of memory hear. Spark of emotion there. Burning hint of desire here. There. Here. There. Both. No change? Think not. Everything. Everything changed. Different. Then again, maybe some things remain the same. Still a killer. Still a rapist. Still a murdering bastard. Still a deadly, lethal wolf. Still the bitch's brother. Still angry. Still confused. Still Loni.

Without a response, he was not certain. The brute took another step forward. If it was Akaira, he'd be dead by now. Wouldn't he? Or was the sister playing games with head, tormenting in the final hours. Very likely, indeed. "Tell me... that your..." Another step forward with those massive paws, enough so that nose just nearly brushed fae's own. "...not her..." There was almost a hint of pleading somewhere in that gaze. "....not here to kill me..." Tremble in voice, higher note sang the name. "....not Akaira...." Final wish.

....kiss me one last time...
....before you lay me to sleep....

[Sivoncé™]

...what?
Sekhmet herself had laid eyes on the bitch up close and personal, she had seen the reflections of hate in her love's gaze whenever he spoke, or rather, snarled, of his demonic sister. There was nothing in Sekhmet's image that could be compared to that of the venom of Akaira, though venom was not precisely was Sekhmet lacked. More like arrogance or ignorance were not Sekhmet's, but were Akaira's, if Loni was speaking of more than just physical states of being. But that was not what struck her hardest.

After all of this time....
And he sees me as comparable with that damned witch.
She didn't snarl, didn't try and defend herself. She was far past caring whether or not she was disgraced. For the time being, perhaps. Or maybe Loni's rejection would cast her forever into a state of uncaring existence.
"I am Sekhmet, Sekhmet of the South." she murmured, perhaps her last words? Or maybe just the beginning of a new sort of being....a new sort of living.....
Or a different type of dying.

[Destiny]

Sekhmet...

The name wasn't enough on its own, The title that came with it not enough. Not enough to make her image clear. However, it was enough to make a spark go off in the back of his mind. Enough to light the fuse, and let the bomb of memory explode inside his head. A devil of a wolf-ess glimpsed during the time he'd spent hanging around and mingling with Black Fury and his gang of idiots. Sekhmet A deadly fae finishing off a wolf of two. Sekhmet His own jaws covered in blood, animal blood. The ground scattered with pieces of a deer and un-born fawn which he had slaughtered, mangled, ripped to pieces. A fae, one he hadn't seen before. A dangerous one. Sekhmet Hoards of wolves fighting not far below, Black Fury and the pack wolves, a few loners and rogues mixed in here and there. His father standing nearby. Himself. The fae brushing past, how he'd followed her away. Sekhmet The cave, the darkness, the scent of damp. Cold trying to sting him. The scent of grizzly bears. Another wolf with violet hued eyes. The water. The stabbing cold. Drowning. Nightshade poison in his veins. Slipping, falling down, down, down. Someone catching him, dragging him, saving his life. Sekhmet Sekhmet Sekhmet

The brute tilted head, lowered it. In one swift motion jaws grabbed for her neck, throat. However, if this should be met, it would not matter. No pressure would be exerted upon her figure. The fangs would not sink down, not push against the flesh enough to break it. Not near enough to choke her. The soft beat of her heart he would listen to, intently so. So filled with life. So young. It wasn't her time to die. Sekhmet This was not the damn bitch of a half-sister Akaira. This was not someone he feared, though it was someone he respected. This was not a wolf he'd ever be able to kill without feeling some twinge or hint of regret. This was Sekhmet.

Loni would release her, if he'd had a hold on her that is, rather slowly. Pulling head back only enough so that jaws no longer held her neck. "Sekhmet....." A soft whisper of a name, yet so strong was the word. Muzzle brushed her chest, were long, pinkish tongue gave a little lick. Forehead area came to rest against it, listening for her pulse. "....my Sekhmet..."
.....and Loni..
...with there..
Freakish Flirtations.

[Sivoncé™]

Breathe. Don't forget to breathe.

It was all rushing towards her, an adrenaline river breaking its banks and flooding through her system. He was there. He wasn't killing her. He wasn't mocking her. She was encapsoled, spellbound as the winds changed and left her in a gentle, pleasant breeze.
He wasn't just there. He was there with her.
Whispers on the fringes of her mind begged her to leave, begged her to walk away. This would only hurt her later, later when he found some other fae on her own in a dark corner and---
No. Go away. You're interrupting me.
But who could expect him to be faithful, and to all wolves to change even slightly for, why Sekhmet?
Go. Away.
And even if he were to walk away now, as the air they shared entered her lungs as a blessing in its own, such a love would not be detered. It could not be detered.
And so, without shame, she immersed herself in the moment, becoming mesmerized by the way he said her name, already desensitized by their close proximity.
And so, all she could offer was an affirmation of the truth that could no longer be ignored and certainly could not be undone.
"Yes, Loni. I am yours."


(LOL! I'm glad SOMEONE read my awards post XD )