\\so INSIGNIFICANT }}

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

l.u.l.l.a.b.y
(it was always you that i despised)

So insignificant
Sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost
Under the sewers
Maybe flying high in the clouds

Ice chilled optics swept the desert, the place being smothered in the name of death. There was no sun to make them glisten, no stars to make them shine. There was only the moon, and even its novabeams couldnt cause the light to flickr in the evil irises, glint in the hated pupils. Nothing could cause the evil to go away, to scare it from the dark crevises of a demon's mind. Nothing could burn out the secret fear, or the secret pleas for a savior. That much was true, a savior was wanted, but there was none. No one wanted to save a sick bastard, an insane ass. He was alone, and no one cared. He didn't care. He had taught himself not to care. Care, love, hope, and happiness were not key components in his world anymore, he had given up on them.

He wanted something.

The snow walked across the desert. It wasnt the fresh blankets that covered sand though, or the soft flakes that danced through the cold, night air. It was the devil, the sin that dazed its way through the landscape. It was the bitter scent that walked around him, the raw air that moved with him, a forever reeking smell. It wasnt like he had not bathed for a long while, it was just death. Death that held him to the earth, death that whispered in his silky auds. Death that kept him moving. He wasnt going to die, it was just the fact of killing. Killing. To Kill. To murder. To slay. The words stung his brain, digging deep into the core of him, tearing him from piece to piece. He was being ripped apart emotionally, a mental brute.

Perhaps you're happy without me
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly
If I had died

.....................................

I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say I'm sorry
Where is the light
I wonder if it's weeping somewhere

The simple collapse of the earth couldnt ruin me. I was whole, but I was nothing. I was amillion pieces floating in the air. I was dead, but alive. I was not living, I was just surviving. I could feel my heart falling in me. One of these days, if I listened hard enough, I could hear it hit the bottom, hear it shatter and break, cutting wounds into my skin. I was... what? A walking barrel of hell? Something in me didn't want this. Something in me said it was wrong, and something in me told me it wanted to escape. To feel the sun, to play, and to love.

I wanted freedom.

As I moved with the snow, my head was low, my eyes were dull, and my tail was limp. Each step looked like a burden to pull, a struggle to remind myself i must keep going. I wasnt to stop, I shouldnt stop. I wouldnt stop. Stopping would be a mistake. If I stopped, I surly would let myself die. I would never get going again. I would lay here, watch the sun come and go, watch the animals sing their daily songs, watch the world wake then sleep. I would watch the seasons change, only effecting the desert during the winter, I would watch my life slip from me. If there was a life. If my heart did beat. If my veigns did carry blood, precious, crimson blood.

I wanted more.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)
Goodbye...
Goodbye...

[` Scream]

S.C.R.E.A.M.F.O.R.M.E.

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The cold did not bother her, the wind did not shift her fur, the growls did not warn her of their approach, the stones clattered beneath her unmoving paws.

Her tail hung loosely behind her, curling upwards when it nearly met the ground. Her head was level with her body, long neck arched slightly so her poised head was cradled to her massive chest. Her pink tongue bolted out and licked tenderly at the hollow beneath her throat, and the metallic taste of blood shot through her body like a shock of high voltage electricity. Her gray head tilted back and her tongue hung out the side of her mouth. A moan broke her silence. Her voice was hoarse, the power and authority of it lost from lack of use. The breath rasped past her vocal cords and the pain made her moan louder, more urgent. Her vocal cords were worn, rough and begging for more use, so the pain would go away. She felt them crush against each other and vibrate harshly, trying desperately to break past the boundary of unfamiliarity and do what they craved so much to. What they were designed to do. But they would not. She could not get her voice to come out as more than a cry of pain, joy, sorrow, bliss, fear, anger, terror, aggression, good, evil. A grunt and groan of unaccompanied sound, no emotions attached, nothing but the simple sound to alert someone, something, else to her presence. If they had not yet noticed her snarling threats.

Scream For Me became painfully aware just how much blood soaked her multi-colored fur. Her attack had been swift, gruesome, painful, but the quickness of which she tore apart the little Greyhound did not stop his blood from spattering her foreend fur. Her jaws, chin, neck, muzzle, chest, and paws were covered in the crimson liquid, seeping between her fur and congealing it together. Like glue, when the blood dried, her coat was matted and stuck together, the long hairs sticking out every which way and having no particular order. She detested any creature that made her look bad, because she thought so highly of herself. She turned away from the carcass, and buried her tongue in her coat in an attempt to clean the dried blood off her body. She was disgusting with his blood on her. And she would not have it. She would not have it. She would not have it!

Whirling around with a snarl of rage on her lips, she attacked the corpse again, this time kicking the head until the skull bones fractured and more blood oozed from its shattered mouth. “You bastard.” She screamed, crushing it with her angry jaws and claws, her voice still hoarse and painful. She kept screaming, her voice carrying through the rasp, the husky tenor of it eerie and ghoulish in the dark. “You son of a bitch. I hate you, I fucking hate you! Why did you do this to me?” And she stopped. She stopped right there, still and breathing raggedly, but she stopped. She gathered her composure, lifting her head level with her body, dropping her bloody chin and let her pink tongue flop out of her jaws. It bobbed around her canines, and she was careful not to damage the loving appendage. She snorted and cleared her nose of the salty and iron filled scent of blood. She flicked both of her ears back, and rested her tail an inch from the ground, letting it curl up when it came to the point of too long to stay out of the dirt. Before her, the dog lay crumpled and dead, consumed by his passion. She turned away from the dead animal, not daring to look back at the Greyhound male’s glazed brown eyes that held terror, rage, and love.

Darkness walked in the forest, a terrible light in her eyes. She looked to the sky, snarling the stars that dared shine upon her. She wanted it dark, she wanted blackness to surround her body like a cocoon and take her away. Her mind was a burning, seething pit of anger and hunger. The village hadn’t been enough. Predators were no better than prey to her need, no matter how many she devoured it barely slaked her rage.

..

She sat up, going from light sleep to instant wakefulness, a surge of angry power boiling in her veins. Something had disturbed her rest, disturbed it to the point where her insanely sadistic nature was crackling around her body like muted lightning. Snarling, not bothering to dwell on her muscle pain, she strode from her den to the balcony made by a natural cliff on a desert hill. She threw away the darkness with a mere touch of her power, setting the claws on her feet vibrating against stone. The night was cool; the wind tore at her hair, whipping the grey black mass into a frenzied cloud. Dark destruction glowed in her eyes as she regarded first the waning moon, shining cool and implacable as Scream For Me’s soul.

Her gaze cast outward, towards the mountains, to the pass that she had taken only days before to find this place. This desolate place where she would finally find her solitude. Where she would not be bothered by ignorance and would not have to murder everything within sight. She would not have to ruin her pretty little coat with the blood of the guilty. Her mind sought him, instincts older than time were at work and Scream For Me stood frozen with the marble perfection of a statue while the moonlight poured over her and lit her pale eyes with an eerie luminescence.

Instinct. When nothing else could be trusted, a mutt believed her instincts. She didn’t have to see, didn’t have to hear, but her mind answered to a different call, an ancient call, one that could not be denied. With a hiss of pure rage, she tensed her haunches and flung herself from the edge of the cliff. It was not a large fall, not at all, maybe two and a half feet, probably less. She was taller than the cliff itself, then again, she was pretty huge. Scream ignored those thoughts and pulsed forward, groaning at the pain in her right foreleg. She knew. She did all this because she knew. She knew he was here, and was pissed like hell that he had intruded on her peace. He had woken her without a sound, and she still could not smell him. But she would, eventually, she would.

And she did. She was nearing him, coming at him from behind at her longest stride, her most efficient pace. She galloped over the barren terrain, leaping large rocks and ducking through harsh bramble. Her paws were silent as they beat down the distance. She ignored all the elements that fought against her, all the obstacles that blocked her path. All she knew was that this strange male was in her territory, so close to her home. And he was trotting across the desert like he was content with the world. She snarled angrily, ears angled back, muscles bunched as she prepared herself to attack him, lips pulled back over grisly fangs, black eyes narrowed and crimson covered coat glinted menacingly. It seemed he had not yet noticed her advance.

There would be hell to pay.

Do you cry out to me at night?
When you should be asleep?
Do you wish I was there beside you?
When I only wish to weep?
Do you whine my name?
When they tell you I am not the same?
Do you scream at the moon?
When it tells you I have gone much too soon?
Do you, love?
Would you tell me if you did?
Do you remain honest to our promise?
Even though we have both LOST IT.

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

The frozen earth beneath my paws was starting to numb me up. Little icey waves shuddered my spine, no warmth in sight. Breath curling in the air, fogging vision. My pointed ears spun, twirling atop a snowy crown. I heard... nothing... but the silence seemed strange, and it wasn't welcome in my sorrow soaked world. Everything was drenched in nightmares and memories, I didnt want to be happy, or angry right now. Rarely did I have this... emotion. Rarely did I ever feel this. It never was something that took place in my mind, ever since she left. Ever since the night my mistress disapeared. I had rejected sorrow, pushed it aside whenever it wanted to enter my main thoughts. I hadnt felt the want to cry in so long, I didnt want it to leave me right now. I wanted to dwell on this. It seemed natural, but so odd for me. I didnt want to return to the beast side of me, to be angry all the time.

Her growl sliced through the quiet like a deadly razor, a snare that cracked on a beautiful night. A dagger, cutting into soft flesh, ruining a perfect complexion. It turned me around, and a soft growl, a weak, sad one rumbled from my chest. I had not heard her come up, it didnt scare me, but I was shocked. A small voice came from that though, just a whisper. Please. It said, coy, even for such a masculine figure such as I. Even for being so... sad. Please... dont. It said again, ringing the air between the two dagger figures, the two dogs that seemed to hostile towards eachother. Suddenly, I wasnt so sad now. I wasnt so... innocent. My devil returned, and a sly grin crossed a sexy ivory face. The words were taken back, the air twisting as the good side of this conflict snapped.

Oh, well... hello my dear. Such a rich, seductive english accent that just seemed hollow and sly. Within seconds a male had recovered from greeving, and the true being of him unsheathed itself and bared its wound to the world. A wound covered in blood and strife. Pride, greed, and vanity. I was god again, I was the true living god, I ruled once more with iron jaws. Now, now, bitch. Calm yourself! I laughed, taking over her growls with my own. I barked loudly, sharp, harsh. We both have some ideas here, whether they be of intercourse or murder. Yeah, I had my ideas, and oh were they growing hard. Hard.. heh. I grinned, baring fangs made for killing.

I had these ideas, and they were adding "lust" to my list of insanity. My personality. I was standing straight though, stiff and erect, but poised and deadly. I was a vial of poison, atop a shelf waiting for a child to place hands around the clear glass figure, beautiful but the very deffinition of death. She seemed as though she were ready to kill, as if she had killed previously. Now, I wasnt one to back down easily, and I sure as hell wasnt going to give into this little bitch. I wouldnt turn my identity into an submissive pussy just for her! The nerve if she thought so. I was incontrol here, I was the beast, the killer, the hater, the demon, god, hate, death, and the breaker. I brake things. Its just me.

And it wasnt going to stop for her.

[` Scream]

S.C.R.E.A.M.F.O.R.M.E.

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You come to me with scars on your wrist, you tell me this will be the last night feeling like this. Just came to say good-bye, didn't want you to see me cry. I'm fine. BUT I KNOW IT'S A LIE.

The cold pricked up her legs and into her torso, bringing more annoyance than she could stand. Her lips rose higher above her teeth, curling around her canines and dropping into a frown at the corners. Her lungs were surprisingly numb as she drew in a ragged breath, her continuous growls cut off at the sharp intake of much needed oxygen. She felt her mind grow weary of the cold, wishing to take her away from such a place and find comfort in the scorching heat of fire and burned flesh. A screech escaped her throat before it slammed closed on itself, stopping her breathihng and pausing her minds activities. Then her thoughts were on overdrive, slipping into consciousness and fading out before she could blink twice. Scream felt her aggression start up again when she realized it was the shock that she had let the sound be vocal that had momentarilly frozen her. She blinked hard and shook her head, sending blood scattering around her person and flicking to land on the stranger's shoulder and cheek. It stood out in brilliant contrast to his silky tresses.

Her mind was lost when she saw his reaction. He flinched away from her, away from the sound of her snarl and the clash of her teeth. He feared what he would find when he turned around, and she could understand his self preservation instinct being so highly strung. What with the flakes drifting down, the sky a hidden mass of grays and blacks, the silence that had been global before her aggression made her snap. She would have felt her spine tingle at the sound of a roar behind her. She would have growled out a lovely purr and tilted her head sensually away from the sound. Her instincts had died away a long time ago. Black eyes watched him turn, caught the slight widening of his eyes when they caught her large form looming so near to him, saw his lips raise slightly, oh so slightly, over his dangerous fangs. She tensed, tail rising behind her and head swinging downward. Her hackles lowered slightly at his growl, and his words made her pause in her prance. She blinked a few times and sidestepped, gaining ground towards him with those few tiny steps.

“Please.” The whisper tore her heart in half and crushed it beneath a wide hoof. “Please… don’t.” She could have tilted her head back and howled her sorrows. She could have whined and complained and whimpered and barked out all her fears and loss. She could have, but her body would not let her. Instead, its senses gained information on the dog in front of her, and brought with it the masculine scent tinged with sadness. What could make such a vicious male so distressed? She wondered, while his expression and posture shifted. The glazed over effect of his eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a mischief so greedy it made her ears prick forward and her lips fall over silenced teeth.

“Oh, well… hello my dear.” He purred the words on an accent so thick she curled her tail over her back with delight. She had always been fond of strange voices, words, faces… Scream For Me lowered her tail, raising her head slightly to gaze at the brute with taunting black eyes. She dared him to follow through with the promise in his eyes, to touch her and make her wish she could be close to him. Her lower jaw dropped and her tongue moved to speak, but he beat her to it. Her teeth snapped together with an audible click and her ears tossed forward to hear those silky words on that interesting accent that she knew was coming. Her black gaze sought his mouth, and they flickered with joy that she had been proven right when his voice filled the air between them. “Now, now, bitch. Calm yourself!” His laugh was startling, loud and demanding of her attention. An ear tossed back and forward again, her head turning slightly away from him, and her tail dropping to her hocks. She watched him warily as his mouth opened to speak again. “We both have some ideas here, whether they be of intercourse or murder.” Intercourse? Murder? Those words on his tongue were magic, sending her frisky side on high.

Scream For Me lowered her head again, curling her tail upwards halfway, letting it hang aloft and swinging slowly. She felt the aggression drain from her as if a faucet was turned on and the hot water has faded to cold. The cold water drenched her coat and washed the blood off her paws and jaws. She seethed in the fact that this brute could tame her with a simple utterance of a few words. She tilted her head further, neck plainly visible for him. She wondered if he would snap at her, try to break her neck, or if he would lap his tongue in soothing circles against her smooth coat. She growled a purr and danced closer, legs pulling up beneath her body and scarcely touching the ground before coming up again. She tossed her ears back and pulled her lips upwards in a cocky smirk. She paced around him, ending up towards his rear. She nipped his rump above his tail, fore teeth nicking his skin but not daring to break it. She did not want to break this beautiful creature. She did not want to harm his hide or bring blood to the surface. She wanted to be tender with this one, she wanted him to last.

“Murder has been added to my list of sins, my love. Though,” she paused, moving to his left side and nipping his shoulder. She wanted to provoke him, she wanted him to show her what he truly was. Be it monster or lover. “It would be… interesting should need arise and lust comes to mind. I have been alone for so long.” She stopped, sidestepping away from him and ducking her tail against her rump. She tossed her ears back and let her cocky smirk die to a saddened frown. Her mouth puckered slightly, a pouting look crossing her black eyes and shining slightly against the backdrop of crisp white. She let her mouth open again, tongue lapping at her nose before withdrawing from the cold to the depths of her cheek. “Tell me, love, what is your name?” The question was a murmur, a few gentle words with an inquiry punctuating it smoothly. Silence claimed her throat as she awaited his answer, his name, anything for her to call him.

This is the last night you’ll spend alone,
Look me in the eye so I know you know.
I’m everywhere you want me to be.
The last night you’ll spend alone,
I’ll wrap you in my arms and I won’t let go.
I’m everything you need me to be.

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

Lust, or loath? It was two options I had here, acctually it was lust. I couldnt hurt the bitch now, could I? I could, it would be a simple task. Though she had a few good inches on me, barely noticable though, I was still stronger though. I knew this, because, I had taken out three rottweilers before. Not exactly impressive, but it was a good flash reward. I didnt exactly chop off their heads and sling them over my shoulder, but none the less, I was intimidating. Especially seeing the emotions flash on the females face before me. It made me chuckle, shaking the flakes around us with a foggy breath. I looked up, then back at her as she raised her neck. “Murder has been added to my list of sins, my love. Though,” her voice tingling the air, but I didnt wince or act in any way startled. I was quite proud of my reaction, for it was the widening of a black grin, pearly teeth, and gleaming eyes.

You too, eh? See's Em nut alone here. What else you got, tinging your record, beaut'? Glutt'ny? Greed? 'Let it be known, I can compare easily, and its a bit scurry. Err, SC-aaah-reee. I moved the word out slowly, repeating my accent's mistake and sending it out in a more managable tone. I hoped that was more understandable then it sounded to myself. I huffed, shifting my weight as she moved around me, fleeing me gently here and there, pinching without scarring.

“It would be… interesting should need arise and lust comes to mind. I have been alone for so long.” I laughed at this, the deep thunder echoing around us. Lust, a beaut'ful thing if put to good use, no? Im sure, we are not the two for such though, seeing I am not a true... lover. The word Lover seemed to be spat when I said it, and I twitched. Lover was not a correct words to be used for me, I was anything but. I was a hater, monster, murder, rapist. Lover was for the weak and pussy-like. I was NOT pussy-like. I killed pussies! Snapped em like twigs, bloody creatins they were, didnt have a place in my book. They were just... nothing. Nothing but... nothing. Looked down upon, and hated with the utmost of no respect.

“Tell me, love, what is your name?” The word stung. Name? Did I have a name? Well, I wasn't quite sure, at this point. Why? I hadn't spoken my name in a good while, ever since I had met Serendipity, and we became best buds. There was something about him that was just evil, and insane. Because of it, we clicked right away, like brothers born into eachothers lives. Maybe seperated at birth? He was the same color as I, but clearly of different breeding. He was exactly like a brother though. It made me think that I acctually had family, that cared. But by the end of our minutes together, spent hunting or talking, I came back to earth. I was alone. I was always alone. This angered me though, that the only moments I was allowed to be happy, chose to be happy, was when I was sitting next to Serendipity, conversing over our past, remembering those who hurt us. For him, it was that female, who I now knew as Zephyr, and her mutt Kayne, who I learned looked identical to I, except for his bicolored optics.

For me, though, it was Her. My mistress. She hurt me, though I often didn't think of it that way. I always saw it as her father who made the pain. Who caused damage, I believed he caused her death. He was the one, not I, or the doctors or the illness. Bastard. Bitch. Slut.
I hate him.

My hatred for him is/was so strong, it hurt. I cursed his name, burned it, scarred it, ripped it to shreds in my mind. I snarled at the very thought of him, hackles raised, jaws parted, claws digging the ground. I couldnt help it, he came across so dangerous, a threat to my life. How could I just... not hate him, you know? Of course you dont, you'd have to be me.

I realized it took a few moments while I thought this over, and I snapped to attention, tail raising suddenly as I took her in. Abbidon. I shot back quickly, icey eyes glistening evilly as the world seemed to lean in, listening to the name to call the devil. Means 'Ell. I grimaced, glaring suddenly. Hhhh-ell. I growled in my throat. Damn it.

I blinked. Oh, woops. Sorry 'bout that, 'Un. I smirked. This was problamatic, really, trying to speak to this female and actually make my voice comprehensible. Now ets your tun, what do I call you? I raised an eyebrow, taking away the glare and replacing it with a more seductive, sexy stare. Easy to do, and easy to read, but a mask nonetheless.

[` Scream]

S.C.R.E.A.M.F.O.R.M.E.

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She was being impatient, she knew it was true, but she just couldn’t help it. Her tail tip twitched as she waited for his words to slip through his teeth, the accent that she already adored. She took two steps closer, pausing in the middle of a stride, a paw in the air as she awaited his words. His breath drew in and she waited, ears tipping forward. But he merely laughed, a throaty chuckle that sent snow flakes up and around them both. His laugh was guttural and rough, as if his accent marred its sound to a point of growling. She could have cringed, could have played off trickery and winced away from him like her mind screamed to. That glint in his eyes, it was almost worrying. She was intelligent enough not to ignore the instinct of self preservation; she was intelligent enough to listen when her instincts screamed at her. This short male meant trouble, and could surely cause it had he set it in his mind to do so. She was tall, lean, built for speed, capable of a certain amount of strength. The Shepherd in her warred with Dane, while Deerhound stayed present in the way she kept her body high off the ground, in the most regal positions. This little guy seemed low set for a reason, to get the most power he possibly could. He could probably take off her foreleg if he wanted to, if he could catch her. She could turn and run before he could grasp her, she knew, and would not hesitate to do so.

“You too, eh? See’s em nut alone here. What else you got, tinging your record, beat’? Glutt’ny? Greed? ‘Let it be known, I can compare easily, and it’s a bit scurry. Err, sc-aah-ree.” Her head tilted minutely, eyes glinting mischievous amusement as he fought his accent to correct his mistake. She skimmed his words, silently correcting what he had pronounced incorrectly. It was not surprising she knew what he said with such ease, she was used to figuring out particularly tough accents in the humans. She would trail behind them, and if they would try to be rid of her, stalk them. Just to hear them speak, just to work out words she knew of the human language, fighting to understand the ones she did not. And when it came to dogs, she took a liking to certain ones, mostly because they are strange. Strange colors, strange names, strange voices, strange anything. A dog with a loss of sense was especially interesting.

“There are too many, I do not wish to go through them all. It would take so long, my patience is at a loss as of now.” Black eyes scrutinized his small movements, the draw of his lips when he spoke, the shift of his weight when she moved again to his front, the swish of his tail that came unconscious to all dogs. It made her wonder if he was fidgeting under her gaze, worry or anxiety tearing at his mind and body. It made her almost want to make him bleed. She wanted to see what color it was. If he was normal, if his blood ran crimson. She wanted to know what his skin sounded like when it tore. Was it like a rabbits? So lush she would lick her lips and pant like a rabid bear on the hunt for elk. Or was it a grating, like steel being ground against steel? So annoying her ears pinned into her mane and her growl vibrated her entire body. She had heard the humans do that once before, force steel together before bringing out their blow torches and welding them together. Making houses, she recalled, and expanding neighborhoods. Because too many humans lived there, with no homes. Damn, just stop having kids!

"Lust, a beau'ful thing if put to good use, no? Em sure, we are not the two for such though, seeing I am not a true... lover." He tripped over the word lover, and she fliched. So, he was not a lover. Such a shame, she would have tortured herself with his loving. She sighed, ribs bringing silken coat up and ruffling it when they collapsed. Breath was a whisp of water in the air between them, and she watched it with vague interest before twitching her nose and drinking it in.

He seemed to be hesitating, hesitating over the questin of his name. Did he not know his name? Who would not know their own name? Okay, maybe she did not know the one from birth, but as least she had one. Scream For Me. Simple enough, no? She liked it, liked the ring it had to it, it rolled off her tongue. She flicked her tongue in her closed jaws as if to demonstrate this. Scream For Me. She knew her name well enough, had spoken it quite a while in these few days. These dogs were slightly annoying when it came to names. It seemed more about what to call the person instead of moreso their personality. She snorted, chin tilting slightly up. They looked confused when she told her name. They did not understand the reason.

She did. Those she attacked surely did. Scream For Me. Go on, baby, lemme hear you scream my NAME. She snickered lightly, chest vibrating and the laugh came out a throaty growl. She glanced at the male, wondering of his reaction. It really did sound like she was growling. Her name, though, meant two things. One, Scream For Me. Scream when I chase you, scream when I attack, scream for me to release you. Scream your pleas, scream for your lover to avenge you. SCREAM FOR ME. Two, Scream For Me. Scream when I lick you between the eyes, scream when I bring you pleasure, scream when I rub my side to yours. Scream, because the torture of my love is driving you insane. SCREAM FOR ME.

He flinched, or, stiffened. She recoiled instinctively, standing quickly and backing a few paces, eyes locked onto his form. Black eyes flickered over his body, connecting with his minutely before dashing away. She saw his tail was raised, and her's twitched upward almost subconsciously. She was alpha here, she would show that. Hackles rose slowly, lips twitched upward when tail rose. "Abbidon." Good, she knew his name. She could call him by name when she demanded he leave. "Means 'Ell. Hhh-ell." She grunted a laugh when he growled, not at all offended that he was pissed his own accent was unmanagable.

"Oh, woops. Sorry 'bout that, 'Un. Now ets your tun, what do I call you?" She watched his expression change, and dropped her tail level with her body. Hackles remained raised, however, out of pure habit. Once they rose, it took a little while to go back down. She purred an acception to the apology, dipping her head slightly as well. Nothing much, just a civil drop of the head. "Abbidon. Hmm, I like it." She pondered silently for a moment on whether she should give her own name, wondering if he would understand it was her name, and she was not telling him to literally scream for her. She snickered before letting the words roll off her tongue, dark ears flicking forward to hear them on her own voice. "Scream For Me."

Your parents say everything is your fault,
But they don't know you like I know you,
They don't know you at all.
I'm so sick of when they say,
It's just a phase you'll be okay,
You're fine
But I know IT'S A LIE.

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

--I WILL BE POSTING A REPLY THIS WEEKEND--

sorry for the long-wait