Scarlet Tears

<font color='#0000FF'>Tessera(Autumn)
Day: 38
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         Bakall was tired of walking, his legs could barely carry himself anymore.  It was night, the sun had set nearly an hour ago.  The sky was blackened only stars were breaking the pitch blackness.  The two moons were covered by clouds.  Grass was damp from it raining several hours before now.  

    His face was covered with blood, not used to walking.  He constantly wiped his forehead with a piece of his clothing to try to stop the blood flow.  The cut was deep and the blood seemed black.  He couldn't take it any longer. He fell foreword, on one knee, then flat.  His arms barely broke the fall.  His nose started to dripple blood.  He looked in front of him, the grass seemed like an ocean and he was nearly a raft, lost in the middle of it all.

   He tried to get himself to sit up, nothing seamed to happen. He screamed out in pain, barely managing to turn himself over onto his back.  His eyes had closed and he couldn't open them anymore than that.  Thoughts crossed his mind...

Is this it? Am I going to die here, just like this? Ruen would be laughing at me right now if he were seeing this. He was always the stronger one... How much longer am I going to be here like this? Stranded.. I don't see any water or buildings. Only mountains that look like they're miles away...

     His eyes filled with tears and they began to fall from his eyes, which were still closed.  He shouted out once more and watched as everything went black, a black that he wasn't sure would ever end. Was he falling asleep for moments, or eternally?</font>

 

<font color='#EE9A4D'>OOC:Do yah mind if siirus joins this thread when I get his registration through?</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>ooc: Â…pssss...chrisyÂ…*wispers* mind if I join...:p

Setha paused against the backdrop of mountains that could be seen in the distance. Her great green eyes scanning the areas land which lay behind the first ruin. Suddenly her gaze spotted something peculiar lying half in the grass and dirt.

What was such a distinguished ‘dragon doing here? She spat out the dust filled air, tiny grains of sand invading her mouth. Squinting through the light of the hot midday sun, the blood red fox like pendragon made her way down the steep and curving path to a strange figure that lay in the way.

Walking about the hill she came to the first incline where the sun beat down on a rather odd looking stone in which the ‘dragon was half flung ‘ore. Beyond this mysterious looking male there lay a field of character lush green grass, hung with fresh morning dew. Beyond this lay the ancient ruins of machina. As she came upon him she looked closely at the handsome face, as well as the obviousness of wealth that seemed to drip off his body. He reeked of riches, the clothes on his back torn and bloody, though, had at one time been beautiful garments such that of a prince might wear.

Turning about in the dust, she scanned the area for any clues as to how this might have occurred, such as a robbery, as it looked like one. But there were no tracks in the dirt around the surrounding perimeter.

The beautiful red ‘dragon shifted uncomfortably in the heat, which was scorching her back as she stood there bye his side as if in indecision. Looking critically at the limp figure she decided it must still be alive. She growled, realizing none of it was worth her time, the man was obviously going to die and he was so pitifully poor.

No use to her, only a burden. SethaÂ’s eyes suddenly caught something that glinted like gold in the light. Her heart raced. Gold?
Licking her lips she prowled nearer to inspect what the male held in his grasp. </font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>occ: (Sure sure, anyone can join, I really don't care. Great, what am I supposed to do with this?)

    Bakall heard a faint growl that seemed it was miles away. His eyes had opened slowly, seeing a red 'dragon before him.  He noticed she was licking her lips, as if egar to kill something, or someone. He looked to her and raised his brows as if to try and see more clearly.  

Miss?

He sat up, the pain had eased alittle.  He held his arm. The scorching sun was above the both of them, trying to kill them, or so it seemed every thing wanted Bakall dead.  He wiped sweat off his forehead and tryed standing to his feet. He failed. The woman appeared like she was going to snatch something from his hand. A Theif!? He thaught to himself.  He swallowed his saliva and looked to his hands. The one thing he was holding on to. The Chrono Pendent he had stolen from Ruen.

Ahh, I see... Is this what you want? It's nothing, compleatly worthless to me. But I am very interested in it. I was going to try and find someone to sell this to. I can not trust one at first sight. I sence something in this stone.  I will not hand it over easily.

After saying that he looked at his body and the condition it was in.  It was a long and hard fight to steal this pendent from Ruen.  He couldn't hand it over so easily... She could take it from him easily. But he would try his best to use it to escape if he had to.

occ: (Mwhahaha, That wasn't that bad I guess.)</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>occ: (was good, he sounds hot.) tehe

Setha stood awkwardly in front of the handsome male, his voice a deep, almost sad timber. her great emerald eyes glittered in the sunlight as she looked down at the somewhat bewildered male. she soon forgot her self staring into his cunning pale eyes,
looking at the watch and then at him.
if it was worth nothing, then it did not matter, then why was she still here? asking her self this question heightened her fear.

"stranger, from what I can see, you need help."

At this she offered him her paw, her long hair swinging in the dry breeze, her French like silky, husky, accent exaggerated with the warmth of her gaze, which could never touch her heart.
she calculated everything in her mind, looking up to the hot sun, then to the shade of the nearby ruins.
she hopefully did not have to wait, for a little trust. though it was against her morals to help him at all, if he had nothing she could barrow from him any way.
Once she helped him, she would have to get off the train to nowhere, which might be where she was going; she knew that this was a statement not a question.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Bakall took her paw and stood up straight.  His hair was long and wet as his sweat and blood stained it momentarily.  He looked at her, his red and blue eyes gleamed in the hot sun.  Blood made its way down his face and dripped in front of his eye.  He whispered under a breath

I am Bakall, I thank you for helping me...but what are you doing wandering this way? Are you going to the ruins as well? What are you searching for? Is there anything in particular you are looking for?

His eyes burned.  He needed water, but none was in sight.  He hadn't eaten for days, the sun was pounding down on him, trying to push him down.  He was struggling to stay up and not let go.  He let out a small cough and looked at her with begging eyes.  She seemed so beautiful.  The way she was standing was so elegant.  Her fur was beautiful as the wind was softly brushing through her hair.  He smiled gently.

I apologize for asking so many questions, but do you have any water with you? I havenÂ’t drinked or eaten in 2 days...

He licked his lips as he looked around, trying to get a cool wet drip from his nose.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha was surprised bye this revelation and then surprised that she could feel such a thing at all at such a revelation. She breathed in softly, sharply as she gazed into his eyes that seemed so clear...
Looking away she searched for something in her leather backpack. After a few moments she took out a canteen and held it out to him.

Her eyes sparkling she smiled with warmth, "here, this is all I have, it's not much but, there is little else I can give you." she had not told him the whole truth, whether he died out here was none of her concern, whether she shared with him or not, the food in her pack would not last for very long; and she couldn't really care less if he lived, but she had to save her own skin. she thought this half mockingly, as she gazed rather skeptically down at him, raising one finely drawn eyebrow, “now, shall we?" she asked in that warm cheerful voice that disguised her true nature, holding out an arm, just if he needed help. She should be given a medal! Her first really good deed! Never had she in her entire life done such a thing.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>The pad of footsteps came from behind the two as a rather young male came into view. His name was Chaos, a meer wanderer. At first his eyes had gleamed at the water, he being dehydrated from the long periods of time he had been walking. However, somehow he knew he would not be able to get any of the water, how much could the femme possibly have after all? If he wanted it he would have to fight for it, and he had no intention of doing so.

He smuggled a cruel smile onto his lips as he watched the two, drawing ever nearer. As each paw slided forward the sound of his metal claws could be heard scraping against the ground, like chalk on a whiteboard. Other than being a bit slim, he seemed in quite good condition for a traveller. His thick grey coat shined, such a rich colour it appeared black.
His tail swayed like a snake through the air, the orange flame crackling as it met the air time and time again.

He cleared his throat before he came any closer, just so that they knew of his presence. His eyes narrowed at the male and he raised a brow, which could not be foreseen for it were hidden in the depths of his fur. What was very noticable were his markings, a deep red beneath his eyes, which also formed two stripes down his muzzle. As he watched the two he nearly felt sick, though the more he observed the female the more he felt like these were games to her. He couldnt make it out, but he knew something about her was not fit for this situation.

"You dont look to good..."

Was all he said to the male as he stopped about a few steps from them. His words were spoken in a dark uncaring tone as he let out a impatient sigh and sat himself down.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Nothing but a small slight gasp escaped from Bakall's chest.  He watched as the male sat itself down.  He looked at him, and raised his own brows.  Where could this male had come from?  Why was he here? Is he going to eat me?  All of these thaughts raced through Bakalls mind.  His eyes blinked as more blood made its way down his face.  He streatched slightly.  He had felt better suddenly, less weak.  

I was wandering to the Ruins.  I havn't eaten very much this past week.

Bakall's teeth soaked into the Canteen.  His eyes closed and his brows rose.  The sweet sensation of food made its way through his body.  He smiled a warm smile and opened his eyes once more.  He had eaten the Canteen merely in one bite.  He looked at the male, and blushed slightly.  He smiled and made his way through the two and looked to the sky.

It's finally getting dark...

He watched as clouds made their way into the sky and into view.  A swift breeze went by.  He closed his eyes as rain began to fell slowly drop by drop.  He smiled and walked towards the Ruins and looked back too the two.  

Thank you for helping me, obviously I needed it.  Are you going to go back or come with me?

The sun was fading fast.  The weather was also changing darastically.  He smiled as the breeze made its way through his fur and his hair.  Bakall seemed to vanish in the blue tint.  His smiled faded and he walked on ward towards the Machina Ruins.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha jumped in surprise as the voice behind her shook, forgetting everything in the moment. Turning around she faced a rather intimidating, suspiciously clean looking 'dragon, then looking to the sodden ground where her feet lay. she didn't know what Bakall's reaction to any of this was, she was not exactly the most flighty female, and she was defiantly not a coward, in this respect...sighing now she played on the thought of a swift escape.

She hadn't known this richly clad male would have any friends out here, yet the watch he held was most intriguing...but this wasn't why she was here. She needed to get to the ruins, and find whatever lay beneath its vast remains. The presidential palace, the largest ruin there, she had heard about it in a magazine. What ever treasure lay beneath it, it must be greatÂ…turning with a swish of a long satin tail she now studied BackallÂ’s retort to the other male, perhaps this was not a friend, or acquaintance? Well whatever. Did it really matter?

Setha watched as the male ate her canteen, she felt a sudden anger flare up with in her but she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep her mouth shut. How dare him! She tried to conceal her strong irritation with a warm smile at the other male though such warmth could not quite meet her shifting gold green eyes. Smiling still at the newcomer she tried to relax, feeling somehow inadequate for such a long journey. She was not exactly dressed like a dusty ruin traveler, as her form echoed that of a wealthy jetsetter with the gold she was wearing on her ankles and wrists. Her clothes were extremely stylish and transparent, they suited her very well, but she did not look as if she belonged. She had more clothes in her back pack, some that would suit the dusty terrain, some gypsy type garments that would look only slightly out of placeÂ…so the plan from then on she decided was to fake an innocence of the territory and perhaps to be just polite, hopefully none of them could see through her like glass. But she had made it this far, so what could stop her now?

A cool night air current brushed her fur lightly, the silky material shinning in the sunset’s last glow. Dusk was settling in its rightful place as the moon evolved through time, the sky darkening as tiny droplets fell to the earth. There would be a full moon tonight, she just knew from the whispering wind and the feel of the earth beneath her toes. In her two legged form she followed Backall, perhaps there was a way to use both of them to her advantage? Though she looked doubtful as she traveled onward. “I was going to the ruins myself, so I hope I shan’t be a bother, I will just look around for a while and get new supplies and make shelter for the night." She looked half slyly in both directions and then smiled coyly yet with innocence, wide eyes, not waiting for an answer she tread onwards towards the ruins but not without a deliberate sway in her well portioned hips.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Ruen looked at the female, he was slightly annoyed of her already.  He licked his lips after eating the food. He hadn't been conciderate of her at all, and why should he be? She tried to kill him or mug him or maul him. He would have to watch his back from this female.  He felt bothered.  His eye twitched as he smiled at her.  He didn't want to smile, he was sure he looked like he was going to slit her throught in the middle of the night, but he had no intention of doing so.  He was trying to be friendly and be at peace with her. Besaides, she was so damn gorgeous.

Heh..heh...Let's get going now...

Ruen began to walk towards the ruins.  He looked at the pendent.  He nodded, it would be nessisary to use this to speed things up.  Why hadn't he thaught of it before? Is it because he was too weak? That didn't madder now. He took her hand and closed his eyes as he rubbed the pendent with his fingers, he concentrated hard.  He told the female to close her eyes.

Everything around them went blurry.

ooc: Eep! Time to goto next class!</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha heart was racing, what now? She looked to the dirty yet ruggedly attractive male. When he laughed so silkily it was havoc on her nerves. Returning his thin smile she walked towards the grass layered part of the ground, turning she waited for him to follow. When he did he suddenly took her hand in his, the pendant he held unrealistically shiny. She felt his warm grasp through her leather gloved paw, sighing as the warmth spread throughout her body.

Suddenly her feet were lifted off the ground, the cold air striking her face, fur blowing madly in the uproar of wind and deafening sound.“What the hell!" her voice shook through the roaring sound.  Suddenly all around her was a blur of colors, the back ground dissipating in to a strange kaleidoscope. Gasping she held on tight to Backall’s arm, her claws digging into his flesh. Her body was jerked forward violently, the G-force was impossible, pulling down on her hard. Suddenly she couldn’t speak; her tongue could not voice any words. Through the chaos she could hear her own voice, and her own foot steps, the voice of Backall ringing through her head as if a distant echo, over and over again.

Suddenly the earth stopped revolving, her body was swinging, the shock rippled through her. She would have fallen if Backalls strength had not been there to hold up her slim frame. She looked around. Where were they?
She looked up at him, her mouth parted in a soft alluring line, her eyes wide with surprise,  
"what-where are we?"</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Bakall looked to the woman. He smiled, It worked! The ruins were byond the both of them.  He took a step foreward as dirt and dust sworled around the both of them, still getting used to their presence.  Bakall laughed and hugged Setha.  

Can you believe it!? It actually work!

Bakall looked around them.  Dirty buildings were everywhere, the place had been deserted.  Holes were everywhere and rain was pouring. It's as if a cloud was only above the ruins but everything elece was sunny and hot.  He looked around more, Everything was dark and he could barely see. He looked to Setha once more.  

We're in the ruins now.  Do you think there is any water around here?

Bakall gripped his arm from where Setha had dug her claws into his flesh.  He licked his lips and tasted the rain.  It was like acid falling onto his bare tongue.  He closed his eyes as he felt it slowly burn his tastebuds, then opened them once more.  He started walking towards a building.  Why was he here? What was the reason? How could he have forgoten so suddenly and quickly? Why was Setha with him?

Do you remember why we are here? I don't remember...

Was it a curse? Was he and Setha going to become a part of this ruin aswell?</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha started to growl suddenly, where were they? Had she died? The whole area was dark and foreboding, the rain that fell sizzling on her open flesh left raw. BackallÂ’s words hung in her mind, floating on the breeze. Suddenly Backall lifted his head to taste the rain and Setha felt a chill go down her back. She looked down to her burned fur that was charcoal black from the darkness and rain.

"Backall" she tried to speak softly and calmly but he was wandering away. "Backall, stay here and don't do or touch anything, I have a feeling were not where were supposed to be. That rain is one testimony"

    Setha looked around more clearly; there was nothing to see off in the distance, it was cloudy, foggy. It was ghostly, how silent it was, how abruptly warm and cold it was in turn. Where were the stars!? Setha looked over at the still form of Backall; the rain had been a terrible mistake. She reached into her pack and pulled out a flash light. She shinned it out in front of her. Taking Bakall's paw she stepped forward into the unknown. Was she the only sane one here? He was starting to worry her, god! Shaking her head she sighed, he didn’t matter to her, but two heads in whatever condition were better then one. She walked on ward bravely through the fading debris. What was she doing? She had forgotten so suddenly, and that was dangerous. Shaking her head she recalled it all.
The air was cold and damp around the eerily deserted ruins. The buildings had holes in them, but were virtually untouched, these holes were pitch black, even when she shinned the lights on them.

“And we might be here because you brought us here with that damn pocket watch of yours that this Ruen guy gave you! I don’t know where we are, but were not in the true ruins, it’s almost like were in another dimension."

     As she finished her sentence her whispered words had been mostly to herself. They would need food soon, and shelter for the night. She knew in her heart that she would share with him her food, and she didn’t know why. But it scared the hell out of her; more then it scared her to be here. So in truth she was more frightened of Backall then the predicament they were in. she sighed coming to a dead end at the end of the path, now what?</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>occ:  It's Bakall not Backall  ;\

Bakall walked onward a little more, what Setha said didn't bother him.  It didn't madder much if he died but then again he didn't want to make Setha be in much danger.  He looked at her, then took her into his arms.  His face burnt from the acid and from flushing.  His fur mixed with hers, the rain was pouring down on the both of them.  Bakall closed his eyes and turned to his human form.  He looked at the dragon'  his eyes were crying, he kissed Setha on top of her head.  He wanted to kiss her lips.  How he begged for them.  What was he doing?  He just met this woman!

See you.

Bakall smiled and walked away into the mist.  He tried to loose her.  What was he doing now? He wanted to stay with her not get away from her.  It's like his mind was the same but his words and actions were changing!  Was it because of the rain or is this what he really felt was necessary.  He had to fight back, he didn't want to loose her or leave her here to die.  His face and body started to bleed from the rain pounding down on him.  He screamed from the bottom of his lungs;

Setha! Where are you!?

He cried and ran the direction he was walking away from.  She wasn't there.  Had he used the chrono pendent?  Where was she?  Mist and fog was in every direction.  It seemed so cold to breath.  Why was he so hot earlier but now cold? Was he here to die instantly in hours?  Would this acid tear him apart.  He let his head fall and let out a scream in pain, also loneliness.  He looked at a building with holes in it.  He ran to it.  Maybe Setha was shielding the acid in there.  He ran there and found Setha's flashlight pointing to her, she was laying on the floor.

Had they gone back in time, to the apocalypse?  But Bakall meant to go forward in time.  And besides, Ruen wasn't granted ability to go forward/backward in time by hours or years, just minuets or moments.  Bakall pondered, for now, he wanted pure water to help setha, she was in a small puddle of blood, breathing hard.  Rain was pouring harder outside, thunder ripped through the air.  Bakall ran to Setha, still in human form.  He kissed her lips and whispered, I'm so sorry Setha...I didn't want to hurt you...I didn't mean to leave you.. Something is just happening.  I wish I never teleported us here. He sighed and closed his eyes.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Occ: i wrote a lot...yay for me. ^O^

Setha paused, uncertain of the next step, unsure of what path to take. She wasnÂ’t sure even if she was still talking about the actual path; there was only a dead end. Could this be a sign? She sighed; the flashlight shinned upon the nearest building that cut them off from the other side of nowhere. The rain was falling harder now, coarse and cutting into her skin, eating away at her slowly.

"Bakall? I donÂ’t think w-we shoÂ…" She turned around, breaking off in mid sentence, looking up into BakallÂ’s solemn expression and felt her face grow hot in his intent gaze. She feared him, feared what he could do to her, though she knew not what. His form was blurry through the fog and planes of cascading rain. Yet as he took her paw in his, she could feel warmth radiating off him, off his slick firm frame. Her eyes grew as she realized what he was going to do. His face was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling her heart pounding in her head, a fierce rhythm that seemed to match with his. She lifted an arm to stop his progression, both lying on his dripping chest, underneath the calm steady beat of his heart. She couldnÂ’t breath. And then suddenly he hugged her, her face was pressed tightly into his chest, smothered yet warm, kissing the top of her head, his breath warming her, and then he let her go so abruptly she almost fell. Cold and alone she watched him change and then from a distance look back at her with longing in his clear eyes. Then the mist swallowed him, ripping his body apart, distorting its perfection.

“No! Wait, don’t leave me!" Setha ran after the figure, feeling almost like in a dream.  She fell down into the earth, on to the jagged broken glass and wood that layered the floor, “No…please!" her voice faded into the mist, there was nothing left for her now. Her back pack had gotten snagged on a sharp piece of metal when she had run. She didn’t know how far she had ran, how long she had been like this, nothing seemed real. How long had she been sitting here? She couldn’t remember. But she must have run for more then thirty minutes, her body felt exhausted, drained. She was so thirsty. The rain was still pounding down hard. Gathering her wits she tried to pinpoint her direction, which she then realized was pointless in the circumstances. “Where the hell am I!?" she screamed into the silence; her voice was harsh, ragged and worn.  Tears filled her eyes, “where am I?" she whispered.

She got up slowly, her hands and fore arms was badly bruised and cut, but she couldn’t feel the pain. The past events made her frustrated and confused, numb, many things. Too many things had happened all at once for her, physically and emotionally. Her feelings for this Bakall were getting troublesome; she didn’t want to think about it. The Fool had gotten her lost, he had ditched her!  She hated him! This she told herself over and over again, the thought of him was driving her mad.

She looked out into the mist; her dulled glazed gaze saw a rakish form in the distance. Her heart leapt, could it be? She should follow it? What the hell, what did she have to lose? She told herself this angrily, and so ran after the receding form, flash light still in hand. Her eyes widened as she got closer to the mysterious figure.  She was gaining on it. She raced through the mist and debris, falling over several times on the junk that lay in her dimly lit path. At least she had a goal, something to accomplish. Finally the silhouetted figure seemed to stop. She stood in front of it; it was a figure of a man. "Bakall?" Setha felt uneasy. She heard it make a noise, that of a chain clinking against wood, something hollow. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her temple and on the nape of her neck, cold sweat full of fear. Her hair lifted from her back, standing on end. She shinned her light on it, and screamed bloody murder, her own voice echoing around her.

Adrenaline raced through her body; fast beating heart swallowed her in fear that twisted with revulsion in her chest. She ran, almost dropping the light that she held in her grasp. Her breath was coming out in short gasps as she ran through the evading darkness, pumping her legs strongly. Suddenly it was on top of her, the monster, it tore at her. Setha stumbled into the building, sobbing. She fell on the hard concrete, a vile stench invading her nostrils. Suddenly a pain hit the side of her head, and everything faded out of proportionÂ…

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Setha felt a pulse at the back of her neck, it hurt like hell. Moaning she turned on her side, playing with the blanket that lay wrapped around her body. She groaned again, this time in pleasure of the warmth. Her hair was splayed out upon the ground, her face, angler delicate beauty, with a touch of sprit in the way her eyes flashed and the way her mouth curved. She opened her large sea green golden eyes to stare up at Bakall in a lazy way.  Her parted mouth was inviting yet soft and bruised. She looked into his eyes as he bent over her, her head still resting on a makeshift pillow. He was blurry, she was not yet awake. Her mouth bloomed into a genuine smile that so rarely lit her mouth, “you found me?" she said groggily, yawning and stretching cat like she placed a hand ‘pon his cheek and smiled again, “you’re so nice, it makes me feel…" she yawned again, still asleep, “strange." Whole body ached; it was like an orchestra, her body playing each chord one by one. Her eyes shut tightly as the pain rippled along her spinal chord, why did she smell blood in the air? Then she faded into the dark abyss again, snuggling up to his hand that lay near her cheek, kissing it softly with her dry lips.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Bakall sat with Setha in the middle of a dust-filled and dirty room, the coldness hit him and Setha perfectly.  He gazed down at her, watching her kiss his hand and nuzzle upon him.  His lips formed a smile, his long hair slightly rubbed against her cheek.  He knew she was in pain, he bend over and kissed her neck, up to her cheek.  They were both bloody from the acid rain crashing down upon them all.  Why did I feel like I was going into a trance?  I felt like I couldn't control where I was going, what I was saying or what I was doing.  I could only see it.  

Bakall just watched Setha, her skin was smooth.  He had wrapped her up in bandages earlier from when she fell and passed out.  He smiled as he watched her.  It was day,  the sun was fighting to shine through the clouds outside the windows and holes of the building.  He slowly moved Setha over and climbed into the bed, pulling the blanket over the both of them,  he closed his eyes, holding the female close to him.  He felt he knew her from some where, or for a long time.  He felt her gaze upon him.  Slowly he opened his eyes.  

Why are you opening your beautiful eyes?  You should be resting.

His other hand, that she wasn't laying on, felt the warmth of her soft, silky skin.  He kissed her forehead once more and looked into her eyes, blushing softly, he felt like they were a couple.  His face was warming up from the warmth of their breath being trapped under the same blanket and from being shy and blushing.  He smiled gently,  his face got closer to hers, they closed as her felt her breath make its way to his face.  His lips rubbed against hers, their mouths intertwined together, his tongue slowly making its way into her mouth.  The feeling of her tongue against his was ravising.  He smiled as he kissed,  opening his mouth wider, her tongue caressed his.  He kissed her gently more, trying not to pain her from his finger tips rubbing all over her body,  he pulled away after one last embracing moment.  He licked his lips and opened his eyes once more to find her looking at him.

He smiled and pulled her closer to him softly, being careful not to injure her.  He kissed her forehead and held her close to him.  The words I Love You crossed his mind, they seemed endless as they were passing by.  He watched her as she closed her eyes once more, she was a soft shade of red,  he pulled the blanket off the both of them, and took deep breaths of the cool air around them.  He looked around as he heard the noise of something making a crashing noise from down-stairs.





occ: Woo yeah! Nice kissing scene :]</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha let the other dragon explore her soft lips. His tongue was hot, wet, on her skin, darting in and out. She felt his blush and smiled. He was so cute, yet her heart was thudding fast, speaking a different language then her mind. She would have liked to just observe him, almost as if she wasn't apart of it, indifferent to the soft touch of his figure tips on her skin. They were light, hesitant, as was his kiss. She took over, her tongue sliding across his bottom gums then to the sharp teeth at the top. She explored his chest with a steady hand. She let go and stared into his handsome features. Slowly she ran her lips softly against his mouth, light as silk. His hands hesitated over her rib cage, she wanted them to go upwards, and she wanted it badlyÂ…

A hot pool melted in her navel down her legs, it seemed to flow from her hands, and Setha wondered if he could smell her lust. She drank from him then, mouth sucking slowly. Time passed, it seemed to go on and on, endless. Then he took over, she shuddered suddenly in desire she had never felt before, running her fingertips up his broad chest. She felt her self mew, almost that of a kitten. A hand caressed her silken thigh. Closing her eyes she bit her lip and pushed away, her eyes opened, never wavering from his.

Her voice was sardonic, "you've done this before?" she made it a question, not a statement. Perhaps she already knew the answer, he wasn't a monk, and monks don't kiss like that. Suddenly she broke from his grip as a loud noise rang through the echoing building. She sat up quickly; the blanket fell to the floor in a wash of blue color. Cold wind hit her face, washing her desire away with it, and she felt the longing to be back in his arms. She stiffened, that was no place to go, not ever again. She looked out into the clearing, her mind was racing.

She glared at bakall, willing herself to feel anger, though she blamed herself. There would never be a next time, she couldnÂ’t, and it was too dangerous. She had to push him away, and she was an expert at pushing ‘dragons away.   “Common, lets check that out." she laid her swarthy silken body upward, motioning for him to come. Her own words sounded dull in her own ears. At least the cold was on her side, it made the drowning feeling stop.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Bakall sighed, he wanted to stay with her, she was so warm and soft.  How he wanted to kiss her once more.  He stood to his feet and let a small sigh escape his chest.  His long hair was brushing against his face.  He made his way over to Setha,  he smiled and brushed his lips against hers once more.  Of course he had done this before, his brother had brought home many women for him to sleep with.  After all his brother was quite the little tlos.  How Bakall was jelious of him.

Bakall followed the mysterious female down the steep, shallow hallway.  The cold night bit him hard, not holding back.  His back acked from laying oddly on the cold floor with Setha, it didn't madder though, her warm touched appeared to heal anything, all of his wounds.  He wanted her bad, he wished that nothing had fallen over to ruin the moment they were with eachother.  

Bakall and Setha finally made their way down the stairs, they were creeking.  The mist was inside the building.  Bakall held his shirtless body tight,  he was freezing.  They both stepped out of the building,  the sky was white, but dark.  Snowflakes began to make their way down to the ground.  They fought the mist and fog that was trying to keep them off of the ground.  Bakall looked up into the crystal cold night air and felt the snow land upon his nose and leak down his cheek.

Where do you think that noise came from?

He asked, looked at Setha,  he watched as the snow got heavier and began to fall more frequently.  He took her hand, to make sure he wouldn't  loose her and for warmth reasons. How he missed the sun already.  The acid was gone, the snow didn't seem to hurt him, infact, it felt good on his wounds.  This place didn't seem to make any sence.  It was like a dream world.  Bakall closed his eyes, he pulled Setha closer to him and kissed her head gently.  He felt that he loved her.  His eyes opened again and looked around.  Far off, not to far from them, but it appeared to be a long walk, a tree had fallen.  It looked as if the acid had taken it down.  Everything was slowly being covered by snow.  It was scilent, a scilent night.  It  must have been under 30 degrees.  He felt the cold biting at him.  He sighed and watched as the carbon escaped into the air.  It was trying to escape the cold, like they would have to soon.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Setha's eyes wandered to the path, why had it grown dark so suddenly? She looked up into the starry sky.
She felt Bakall's heat waves pass from his body to hers. She looked up at his muscular body, feeling a blush creep up her face. Her eyes widened but she managed well enough to conceal her surprise. She never blushed, never. This was dangerous...she moved away from him quickly from his hand and stood before him, a beautiful shimmering beauty. She smiled, trying to regain her old personality, which seemed to be lost in his eyes. So she hardened her heart against him, the cold seemed to help, it made her more angry.

"whateverÂ’s out there is dangerous, it tried to kill me, kill both of us." she turned looking into his pale eyes and ignoring the shiver that ran up her arms. "maybe are survival depends on how long our food lasts. I didnÂ’t want to share it with you, at first, I wouldnÂ’t have minded that much to watch you die of starvation if it saved my life, but I need you. You have the watch, and the key to the door." her words were cold, it sounded cold blooded, cruel; but they were honest, she didnÂ’t lie nor tell him the whole truth. Right then, right at that moment she had wanted, more then anything in the world for him to hate her. Hate her like she wanted to hate him. Setha blamed it on the cold, it seemed to suck away her energy, and hate was a kind of energy. Damn. He was going to get her killed, because she could feel the pull of his body, it was calling to her.

“There has to be a way, a way to fix this time clock of yours, so we can both get out of here alive before whatever’s out there gets us."

Her words rung true, this was defiantly a new experience. She would be honest with Bakall, even if what she said dug into a wound. She had to, or they were going to die. “my back pack, I have supplies in it: my flash light, food, water, books, knives…and a gun. We need these, we need them now. Who knows what's out there? At the moment though, if we need to plan on what to do, then at least we should do it on a full stomach."

She grinned at him, trying to lighten everything she had just said, feeling like she had failed miserably Though her heart didnÂ’t feel as light, Setha walked towards the building, feeling a little frightened, but at least she had fear at the moment, it was safer then other emotionsÂ…</font>