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Post by MukLuk on Nov 3, 2011 20:16:42 GMT -6
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Her hands clenched around the covers, watching Zanga looking faraway, as if he hadn’t heard her. Then his eyes focused upon her, narrowing and darkening a few shades.
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[/color] he hissed, like an accusation. Her face burned with shame and anger in equal measure. She was embarrassed as though she had spurred it on to enjoy it as she had, and embarrassed that she had been so blatant about enjoying it. But she was indignant at his acting as if she had any choice in the matter, as if her liking it was some sort of crime again him. “I don’t like biting people as it is and you think its a trick? Lemme guess, want more?"[/color] His eyes grew darker and a thick German accent pervaded his words, and before she could respond, he had laid back down, turning away from her. She nearly shook, indignant at his tone, at his acting as if wanting more made her some sort of, of whore! “You’re acting as if I chose this! As if this is what I wanted!” Her voice was steadily rising in volume. “I offered you my blood to save you from your hunger, to prevent your pain, and you act as if my reaction, one I could not control, was some sort of attempt to insult you? To anger you?”She pushed herself off the bed, landing with a definitive thump as both feet hit the floor. “I don’t know what that was and I don’t know why it happened. Yes, I-” she faltered, face burning anew. “I do want more. But I can’t help that.”She turned away from the bed, stomping towards the couch. “But if you want to take it as my personal attack against you, fine. Whatever. I’m going to sleep. Do whatever you want.”She snatched a blanket from one of the armchairs in their makeshift living room, curling up on the couch, bringing her knees close to her chest, trying to mask her trembling and the tears in her eyes. She didn’t want this. Any of it. Why didn’t she just leave him to his hunger? Why didn’t she just leave him in the first place? But she pushed her face into her blanket and made no noise at all, humiliation and hurt running down her face in rivulets. [/size][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style, background: #ffffff; color: ccbdcf; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0px 5px] WORDS ● 390 TAGGED ● zanga ! NOTES ● oh lawdy! >:3 TEMPLATE ● jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/td] [/tr][/table]
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Post by Ghost on Nov 4, 2011 15:01:32 GMT -6
Ok. Alright. It was safe to say he'd fucked things up now. Muk was obviously pissed off by his accusation. And he now understood that he accused her wrongly. But that didn't mean he wasn't still angry at her as much as she was now angry at him. He refused eye contact, knowing that seeing Mukluk's face while she was in such a mood would make him even more pissed off. Not at her, but at himself. For being that way to her. For accusing something she obviously couldn't help.
The feeling of regret slowly washed over him. It became unbearable when he felt the bed rise as Muk left it to flee for the couch. Now he felt like an asshole. The event played back in his head and he listened to his own tone. And her's to. Muk had done so much for him, more than anyone had ever done for him his entire life since the loss of his parents. To most, it would be nothing, but to him, Muk did him the biggest solid ever. Became his friend. She forced her way through that mental fortress he had locked himself away in for so many years. Most of all, the wolf inside him yearned to be closer to her again. She had only gone across the room, but to him it felt like miles upon miles. Zanga himself started to give in to the heavy feeling of regret that kept nibbling away at him. He decided he would apologize when the two were cooled off. But there was a problem in that. Zanga hadn't the social skills of a normal person. So being wrong, knowing it, and having to apologize for it wasn't as easy as it sounded. He felt he was always right. Everyone else's opinions didn't matter to him and he was so used to blocking them out and paying them no mind. However, this was Muk. She was not "everyone else". She was Muk. And Muk didn't deserve to be over on that couch wallowing in her own emotions. Emotions that again, weren't her fault. This time, Zanga was at fault. And at first it was hard for him to admit so.
The scent he was so used to smelling from people who feared him was not the scent he was smelling this moment. It was different. It smelled of anxiety and deeper feelings he had no concept of from other people. As a werewolf/vampire, his nose for emotion was twice as strong. And he could feel that Mukluk was in some kind of emotional slump right now. Again, his fault. Making pretty little girls cry used to be an every day thing for him. And it used to satisfy him, knowing that they knew they would never get what they wanted from him. However this time it affected him in ways he couldn't describe and his wolf cursed him for upsetting her so much.
A troubled sigh left his frame as he lay silent among the feathered pillows. He was slightly simmered down, to the point where he could talk. Zanga sat up and stretched, mainly trying to stall so he could find the right words to say to her. He made his advance known by not stepping quietly as if not to disturb the shifter. He leaned on the back of the couch, elbows resting on the top of it. He stared below him, taking note that Muk was not okay. Certainly far from it. He could see the trails tears had created on her cheeks, and the damp spots they illustrated on the surface of the pillows. And she was curled under the blanket in a fashion that reminded him of himself. She was probably trying to blatantly ignore the fact he was peering down at her like some stalker in the in the dark of night. But that was good, he wanted it to be that way.
"Sorry." he said bluntly. Without emotion. But there was a lot of emotion behind it. And he was truly sorry for saying those things. He just didn't know how to show it. Notes: [/color] Teenage Angst Tagged:[/color] Muk! Words: 686 Credit:[/color]COURTASTIC ?! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=6626[/center]
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Post by MukLuk on Nov 4, 2011 22:27:23 GMT -6
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The blanket was rough against her wet cheeks, but she was reluctant to pull away from it, as though as long as it shrouded her face she was safe from the world and all of its troubles. Troubles that waited around every corner. Troubles waiting to re-ignite arguments in this very room.
She heard Zanga heave a sigh behind her and she bit her lip, smothering her sobs, feeling like a much younger girl, hiding under a blanket, crying because of a boy. Though it wasn’t right to call Zanga a ‘boy’, any more than it was right to call Muk a ‘girl’. Zanga could only be called a man at this point. For the trials he had survived, for the challenges he was facing.
For the fact that he was rising from the bed now, walking to the couch.
She resisted the urge to shove her entire self under the blanket and avoid him entirely as he leaned over the back of the couch and watched her. She could feel her skin warming where his gaze rested and emerged from the blanket, stealing a glance at him. His face held too many emotions to name, but she could see regret there.
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[/color] he said, and though there was no inflection, no feeling behind it, she knew that he meant it. Managing a half smile, Muk reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “It’s okay. I’m just a moody girl. I’ll get over it.”She felt like she should be apologizing to him, now that everything had simmered down. He was the one dealing with her, and The Morrigan, and the expectations of being in service to a demon, and the million pairs of eyes probably trained upon him now. She wasn’t making things easier with her constantly shifting emotions. Biting her lip in something resembling remorse, she rose from the couch, clutching the blanket to her person with her free hand, the other still holding Zanga’s. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.”Crying made her doubly-so. Her eyes felt heavier than they had been in many moons and she pulled him by the hand back to their lavish bed, crawling onto it and wrapping up in her blanket, head on the pillows. Her eyes fluttered, body begging for rest, but she couldn’t just fall asleep. Not just yet. With Zanga laying across from her, she kept his hand in hers and offered him a warm smile. “I’m here, Zanga. That won’t change.”It wouldn’t. [/size][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style, background: #ffffff; color: ccbdcf; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0px 5px] WORDS ● 419 TAGGED ● zanga ! NOTES ● d’aaaw c: TEMPLATE ● jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/td] [/tr][/table]
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Post by Ghost on Nov 4, 2011 23:18:47 GMT -6
Muk remained concealed under the blankets for a few moments before emerging again. A feeling of relief came over him as she did so. That was easier than he thought it would be. Women were so very difficult with such things such as apologies. Some held grudges for days, and some just shrugged it off and left it alone. He was happy that Muk chose not to remain upset with him. It would've affected not only his attitude towards everything, but it would affect his work with The Morrigan as well. And he came to the conclusion that if she found out the two weren't working well together for whatever reason, that The Morrigan would quickly dispatch of the Shifter without a second thought. Then Zanga would be separated from Mukluk. Something he dreaded. He pushed the thought away, that being avoided all together by Muk forgiving him.
He felt soft hands lace into his. At first he didn't know what to think of it, how to react. But he slowly tightened his grip on the soft digits. She was warm. And her touch comforted him. It put his wolf at ease. He could feel its satisfaction at her touch. “It’s okay. I’m just a moody girl. I’ll get over it.” she said, a half smile on her face. Zanga smiled slightly, just for a few moments. It was an accomplishment for him of course, and if she had noticed she would most certainly be surprised. Zanga had almost forgotten how to smile from lack of doing so for so long. He hadn't laughed, smiled, or shown any happy emotion of any kind for the longest time. And something told Zanga Mukluk would force him out of that habit, be intentional or not. That much made him happy enough.
Muk rose from the couch, the blanket still attached to her like it was another part of her. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.” she said, still holding his hand. He didn't know what to make of it still. She was still holding his hand, but for what reason? Did she figure out that her touch alone made him feel more than he was? Or maybe she was just being a friend, and reassuring him that he was not alone. That much was certain though. Mukluk was the best friend he could ever ask for. She stuck with him for this long. He must have done something right.
“Come on. Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.” she said wearily. He could hear the want for sleep in her voice loud and clear. The two crawled back into the massive bed, feathered pillows still scattered about from when they first arrived. Zanga unzipped his hoodie, slipping it off to reveal a fitting black short sleeve, v-neck t-shirt. Just under the end of the sleeve, knicks and scars traced his skin. The rest of his arms lacked those markings. Another feature that scared people. The multitude of scars that hid secluded under his shirt and hoodie. Scars he received from his many battles and troubles he'd faced previously. The abuse of being halfway in two different worlds. The signatures half-breed haters of both Werewolf and Vampire blood left on his frame. So that he could remember forever he would never be welcomed in either world for as long as he lived.
Zanga flopped onto his back, hands folded behind his head in a lax fashion. He closed his eyes, already falling back under the trance of the silence in the room. Notes: [/color] D'aw!! <3 Tagged:[/color] Mukkeh! Words: 584 Credit:[/color]COURTASTIC ?! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=6626[/center]
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