{I don't want you to die...} ____Arroyo/Siv

[Sivoncé™]

The air was laced with an arctic chill, and yet, no cold scathed the female's tall and lean bones. Winter swirled around her with great and majestic flourishes, but the she-wolf took little notice. Instead, her eyes were trained ahead of her, on a wide and shimmering white stretch of flatland. The lands rolled on as far as her eyes could see, and yet, she could've crossed them in an instant if she wished. This was not a real world, where time and space were laid in front of you quite bluntly. This was the Realm of Eternal Twilight, a place of magic and mysticism everlasting.
A small smile was on the fromer alphess' maw. A twinkle lit her sharp, sky-painted gaze. Few had seen her after that retched day, that retched day where she'd let winter control her, to warp her mind into thinking...
But the season did not control the wolf. The wolf controlled the season.
She was not a goddess, nor did she wish to be. She'd argued this many times with Rhain, an old friend of hers and holder of Spring, and had won the battle with her well-thought and persistant tongue.There were no such divinities. They were holders of the seasons, and nothing more. The holder could change at anytime, Siv's own demise and Thorn's sudden leave being proof of that. But they were not things to be taken lightly -- her failed attempt to give her gift to Silenthowl proved that.
Her smiled widened, and she rolled and stretched out on her back, maw extended in a wide yawn that flashed her razor-like incisors. The slave to winter was gone --- she'd learned to control her seasonal responsibilities, and with a fresh-groomed pelt of dazzling, stardust silver-blue, the female both looked and seemed refreshed.
And now, Siveria wanted to do something that all wolves want to do now and then. She needed something that all beings who call themselves lupine would thirst for eventually...
She wanted a freaking play fight.
The female sprang to her paws, flashed a pink tongue across her maw, and took off with an unearthly speed across the glacial plains. She moved with ease, with grace, and yet with all of the leisure in the world. Time meant nothing to her any longer. She wanted a playfight, yes, but not just with any wolf...
She wanted a playfight with Arroyo.
The young lad she'd playfought with in her living days, though she'd come to terms that she would never be alive again. It was fine by her, as her time below had come to a close. Warmth lit her as she thought of the black-furred male.
It's been too long, love. I'm going to take you down this time, I know it!

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((omg, how cute XDXD
jk-- but yesh... a playfight wolfie sivvy wants? then a playfight she shall recieve X3))

A crisp and geometric little shape drifted up from the heavenly skies, ascending and descending with the will of the breeze, as its light body carried with it hardly any resistance to the power of the skies. But eventually, as gravity would have it, the lofty figure spiraled down with such an angelic grace that it could have been mistaken as a miniscule shooting star... as it landed on Arroyo, who simply stared idly at the snowflake that had settled on his nose.
He sneezed.
It's a little ironic, really... everyone predicts the Twilight Realm as some heavenly place. And it is, yet right now it seems so... seems so...
A sighed shuddered from his chest, chilled fog rolling out from under his jowls.
...dull.
He flicked his tail, his thick winter mane of ebony locks swirling as he shifting his position, all the while unaware of the potential 'ambusher' that was rapidly approaching his position...

[Sivoncé™]

Yips of joy flew from Siv's throat, peeling like the outer layer of an orange, and just as bright. Her speed increased dramatically, and now she herself was like a lightning bolt, whirring at the speed of light to reach the point of contact. She narrowed her eyes, her lithe run cutting closer to the ground. In a blaze of seconds, she was flying through the everwinter sky,the sun rising on the horizon, and colliding with love once again. A howl of effervescent euphoria rang from Siveria, and then she slammed into a wall of heartbreakingly familiar black fur.
"GUESS WHO!" She laughed, her voice holding not a care in the world. She nipped his side lightly, playfully, but still with the promise of a tussel. She was giddy, vivacious, lively as a shooting star dancer. Life seemed so different here....in the, well, afterlife. She'd felt bored until just the day before, when she'd touched something that could've been an epiphany. Whatever it was, happiness was here now. And it sparkled like veil around the two. She licked his face joyously, thinking foolishly of her days as a young a lovelorn soul. But what was youth? Youth was part of life, and yet Siveria herself seemed in her prime to any watching. More than just externally. Of all the hate and war and brutality of mortality that she'd witnessed and taken part of....the wolves that resided in the Twilight Realm were strong to live without chains. "Come on, Arroyo, give it a good guess!" She giggled.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Lifting a hind leg to claw ravenously at the itch behind his ear, Arroyo remained in a tweening state between sleep and reality. The color of the world around him was monochrome; everything was bland. But the moment Siveria met her mark-- no, the moment he heard her wolfsong stringing out from her lips-- the world burst into color.
And while the hues and shades were all nice and fine, Arroyo instead met his gaze with only white, as Siveria had inadvertently pushed his head into a pile of snow. But through the layer of powder, a muffled chuckle could be heard, and soon the male's body shook with delighted, youthful laughter when recognition slapped itself across his cheeks.
"Hello, Siveria," he managed through the snow. He tore his head from its prison and grinned at his mate, the black of his face sprinkled with flecks of white. He appeared as if he had dunked his head into a vat of sugar.
And it was needless to say that he was excited enough already with the sight of his most valued and loved friend.
The need for a rowdy playfight was imminent.

[Sivoncé™]

Her eyes widened in mock surprise, crystal pools filled to the brim with the urge to run wild and dance free. She smiled slyly and licked the white powerdering free of the fur that surrounded his loving face. "I don't want my dear Arroyo to go around looking like the abominable snowman!" She sighed dreamily, closing her eyes, content to be near another of her kind, and one of her most beloved of them. But a moment of stillness was enough. The time was ripe, the energies were calling.
The laugh started as a low rumble in her throat, but it rose to a sound like jubilant tinkling bells. She licked his nose in a tender gesture, then, eyes glittering with clever plans, nipped his ear and was away in a dash.
She covered several yards, then rounded, turning to watch what approach Arroyo would take. "You game for a little rough and tumble, or has the snow made you soft?" She teased lightly.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Unable to hide the childish smirk that spread across his muzzle, Arroyo was about to reply when the warmth of a kiss shot through his face, and the pinch of a mock challenge met his ear. By the time he recovered from the sensations of feeling her touches on his body, he found that Siveria was already out of his grasp, and the obvious invitation of play was at hand.
"Hey, it's gonna take more than a little bit of snow to turn me into a pansy!" Arroyo laughed. Lowering himself into a playful stance, he became animated. Without any foreplanning, the brute decided to come at her on a whim, tongue lolling out of his mouth with a youthful spirit restored to his soul. He was aiming to softly bite at her ear, just as she had done to him.
And for the moment, he felt like a pup again, and he was savoring every minute of their romp.

[Sivoncé™]

Siveria stood, transfixed for a moment, at the sight of Arroyo rushing her. Her smile blossomed once more refusing, even though the sight to onlookers must've looked comical, to leave its residence on her maw. Today belonged to happy and happy alone. There were no upsets here.
The soft nip came on her ear, jarring her back into action, and she sprang away from him, only to return just as quickly to return the gentle bite. Her teeth flicked swiftly at his tail, no real harm committed by the potential killers, and was off like a jackrabbit. She shot a gaze back at him, over her shoulder. "Maybe the afterlife is really just a tweening time, a chance to relive the days between puphood and the onsluaght of responsibility," she mused blissfully. "Maybe the proper title for it would be 'The between life,'" she shrugged. "Then again, I doubt any of the living know even an inkling of what it's like exactly."