H.e.a.r.t & The S.h.a.p.e

[...Heroine...]

Just went through your eyes,
and the battle was fine.
Couldn't stand to see you streaming.
Now I realize that I might have been
part of the reason for your frowning.

Fast paced paws made there way across the ground going at a steady fast pace. The sky black as ever the stars refusing to show themselves only the moon made its grand appearance. The great silver orb shown brightly making the the surroundings somewhat visible but made you take a second look. The she-wolf made her way through the forest of trees the moon unable to find her. The burnt orange eyes keeping ahead as she moved quickly along. Evil shown in the pools belonging to the fae there was no doubt she was a shadow heart.

At empty help me back to awake.
And so I grey the heart and the shape.

Limbs carried the fae with ease through the darkened forest and into the meadow. There the moon finally caught up to the fae luminating her shadowy figure as she moved through the deep grass going at a somewhat slower pace now. You could barely see her in the tall grass only her back and head visible. If you were close enough you could see the color of her pelt the silver glow of the moon making it almost black from far away. She was a deep red color and dusty brown her eyes a burnt orange with a dangerous look in them. Her coat was smooth and not very long but it kept her warm in the coldest weathers and cool in the hottest. She was slender and look almost delicate but never let the outside fool you. She was powerful for her size and very agile with speed and smarts on her side.

Now the bottle plays a little factor.
Not the way I used to be, thankfully.
I was disguising a different matter,
now I engage in everything, infinity...

Being a shadow she was cold to the bone. Very few see the kindness that she does have sometimes. She has a cruel sense of humor and loves to play mind games. Most cant handle her cruel ways and stay away. She does not take interest in anyone unless they can prove themselves to her. Brutes have to work extra to get her attention but many have tried and none have succeeded and none probably will. She likes to keep alone but will sometimes join up with another pack but ends up getting exiled.

Help me back to awake.
There were sentences with no direction,
those are pieces that I put away.
There is sadness in the reflection,
one long look is all that it takes.

As she made her way across the meadow she came upon a rocky hill and hoped her way up it sending a couple rocks down the hill as she made her way. Once she was at the top she sat her haunches down upon the grass ground on top of the hill. Lifting her maw to the moon she let out a demonic melody to the moon and all around of her arrival to the land her warning to all Vodka had arrived...

[Darkness]

Hiding himself from the moon's watchful gaze, the shadowy figure rushing between the exiles was certainly in a hurry from wherever the hell he'd been. Well, for now, only he would know. There was a soft smile on his face as he carried himself with ease through the wind meadow. And he would have finished this trip away from here, but a melody so haunting that it made his flat ear prick just a little entered Radar's lopsided pair of harks, and he glanced up just in time to catch the illuminated figure of the wolfess. His soft smile grew into something closer to a dark smirk, but there was something about that song that she'd sung that made him question whether or not she was one he should near.

Not that Radar didn't believe that he could charm his way into any girls' hearts, and leave them just when they thought they loved him. He'd done it a good many times before, usually to get away from any rumors coming from the Immarì's direction. And it had always worked, the little sl-ts bleeding their hearts out to him, just to find their very souls torn away by a wolf who wouldn't tell them his real name. Oh, Radar was certainly a player when he wanted to be, but the other half of him was a killer, and he knew it. He could sense something about this wolf that reminded him of himself: darkness.

He knew the element of darkness to be something dangerous, often followed by bloodlust and kills by wolves that would, if they didn't already, dominate as much as they could, often owning packs with huge territories, fearful reputations, and numbers so large that Radar wouldn't be able to count them. Either that or he'd just decide to screw it about halfway through; he never really enjoyed your basic maths too much, being a sort of escapee and all.

Oh, this wasn't just another pretty face, he was sure. There was something worth checking out here, and he was bound to doing so. In his smirk he ran his tongue swiftly over his teeth, making sure they were sharp as ever. He had a strange habit of sharpening his teeth and claws, often on rocks or pieces of wood. He had found this was an excellent weapon in battle, for in his last few weeks amongst the Immarì, there had been much of this. Battles. Bloodspill. And Radar had been so glad to be a part of it.

His hunger for blood had driven him to make gruesome kills, not only of the enemy, but of his own pack, to the point where he was proclaimed a rogue, by the alpha. By Radar's own brother. Well, look who was laughing now. All Radar could say to his brother was he hoped he roasted in hell.

[...Heroine...]

As she finished with her song she lowered her maw and looked around the area the dark orange pools admiring the sceinery. Her orbs caught onto a shadowy figure her gaze almost un amused. Taking in a little breeze that brushed past her eyes then narrowed. It was a brute 'how lovely'. Her voice soft dark so only she could hear it. She pondered with maybe she could have fun first before she left the brute in ruins or maybe even play a game of cat and mouse her being the ready to pounce cat. She let out a yawn of boredom as she did her daggers all made their apperence each one sharp as could be. A cruel devilish smirk then crossed her let the brute come lets have some fun...

She wasnt one for feelings in fact you were lucky to get any true emotion besides anger. She could have guessed that some fool would come most likly a thingyy brute thinking he was tuff sh.t and would be able to so to speak 'charm' her. She snorted at the thought a slight smirk upon her maw. When would they learn the heart of this demoness was like wild fire which not even the skys of rain could quench it. Whatever this brute wanted from her he sure wasnt going to get it. He would soon learn she could play the same mind games and destroy any wolf just as good as he.

As her senses caught more about this wolf she could right away he was a fellow dark. Ah the minds of the dark a mysterious thing so sinister so demonic yet you never know what might happen. That was the fun you never know what you might get. Some would betray you the instant they could yet some will be loyal to the end but whether it was out of fear or actual loyality was unkown. But to Vodka to many so called 'shadows' were weak and they probably only came to live without harm. She found theses wolves pathetic and destroyed most she could find she would only ever be a true dark and if she had to do some cleaning to make sure all packs stayed true so be it.

She kepted her eyes on the brute her gaze icy as she examined him looking for weaknesses and other quailitys that might bring his downfall. She also took notice into his strenghs to make sure she ever so avoided them. Who knew what would happen between the two.. Amusment came to her face as she watched him he was strong and looked like a decent fighter 'ooo how fun' she cooed devilishly to herself. Better they are the harder to break them, once you do you'll never remake them. The little jingle played in her head as she smirked.It was true to the better the wolf is once you break them they will never be the same.