αм ι вeттer oғғ deαd? αм ι вeттer oғғ α qυιттer?
тнey ѕαy ι'м вeттer oғғ ɴow, тнαɴ ι ever wαѕ wιтн нer.
тнey ѕαy ι'м вeттer oғғ ɴow, тнαɴ ι ever wαѕ wιтн нer.
ɴoαн ιѕѕαc ғleιѕнмeɴ
мαle | ɴιɴeтeeɴ yeαrѕ | lιoɴ | αrιeɴɴα roѕe | crυѕнleѕѕ
noah paced. he couldn't help himself. his broad, calloused paws pressed into apartment's luschious carpet. his thick claws weaseled between the material's extended 'arms', it clearly evident where he had walked. his tail lashed out behind him, mane an uruley mess. he looked like the natural lion, except he was in a living room, rather on the plains of africa or worse, in a zoo.
noah was a handsome young man, even more beautiful in his lion form. with his faded, yet illusive golden pelt, tripped to the length of a buzz cut, darkening where the muscles heightened, and his thick, wirery mane layered in the same matching golden as his pelt, underlined by a lighter black. the intensity in his amber gaze was almost impossible to miss, widened pupils and all. his darkened pink, velvety nose was cut short from his snout, though it provided a distinct appearance. the bulkiness of his chest, square hips in the back, and drooped belly were all as hard as a boulder, extended claws of his massive paws giving a threatening feeling when glanced at. his large fangs poked out from underneath his pale lips, intensifying his strength by his thick jaw line. everything about this lion represented wild, untamable force warning of its escape just around the cornor.
his breaths came in heavy, forced pants, eyes fixiated within the floor. he needed out, though his body was against it, the curse was against it. it forbade him from moving more than twenty feet from arienna rose, the fair skinned, brunette in the room down the hall. she's probably still sleeping, he thought, making another lap around the coffee table. he wasnt used to being cooped up like this, he couldnt be. it was his body's natural instinct to run, hunt, and be free, and refusing to meet these needs made him lose control over himself, ultimatly putting arienna in danger. before he turned eighteen, he was able to make a morning run through the forest across town, run as fast as he could and never stop, but now, he couldnt get out of the apartment without having to have arienna right behind him, or him behind her. it wasnt very fun. with both of them having completly different interests, it was hard to get along. noah was thankful, however, for her laid back personality, easy going ways, and interesting way of doing things. it didnt make it all seem a total drag.
they had sought ways to cope, searching for compromises. she would go running with him, though they both were aware she could never keep up with his high speeds. he'd tried carrying her once, but when their bodies met a strange tingle soared through the both of them as if they were meant to touch, and even though it felt extroardinary, they both agreed never to do it again. he agreed to go with her to visit her parents, playing as the duitable 'boyfriend', she herself never having to play the game with his own parents. considering his father was one of the founding feline shifters, coming up with the idea for this whole curse, he personally favored steering clear from them. all in all, he was lucky arienna wasnt some crazed girl set on her specific ways and trying to turn his whole life upsidedown in the process.
"arienna...!" he called, shifting back into his human form. he was still in his meer boxers, hair unruley and breath as vile as anyone's when first awaking. he hadnt gotten a chance to get dressed, having woken with a start in the middle of his dream in need of release. "i need to get out. now." he said, a sharp, demanding edge within his voice. he was to walk towards her bedroom door, but he held himself back. he was unstable, able to snap at any given moment, and he didnt want arienna in his line of attack. he had grown to like her, though not in the way they were deemed to. he'd begun to hate himself for hating her when they first met, as he would think about killing her and that ultimatly breaking the curse. now, all he thought about was keeping his shifting under control as not to put her in harms way.
noah was a handsome young man, even more beautiful in his lion form. with his faded, yet illusive golden pelt, tripped to the length of a buzz cut, darkening where the muscles heightened, and his thick, wirery mane layered in the same matching golden as his pelt, underlined by a lighter black. the intensity in his amber gaze was almost impossible to miss, widened pupils and all. his darkened pink, velvety nose was cut short from his snout, though it provided a distinct appearance. the bulkiness of his chest, square hips in the back, and drooped belly were all as hard as a boulder, extended claws of his massive paws giving a threatening feeling when glanced at. his large fangs poked out from underneath his pale lips, intensifying his strength by his thick jaw line. everything about this lion represented wild, untamable force warning of its escape just around the cornor.
his breaths came in heavy, forced pants, eyes fixiated within the floor. he needed out, though his body was against it, the curse was against it. it forbade him from moving more than twenty feet from arienna rose, the fair skinned, brunette in the room down the hall. she's probably still sleeping, he thought, making another lap around the coffee table. he wasnt used to being cooped up like this, he couldnt be. it was his body's natural instinct to run, hunt, and be free, and refusing to meet these needs made him lose control over himself, ultimatly putting arienna in danger. before he turned eighteen, he was able to make a morning run through the forest across town, run as fast as he could and never stop, but now, he couldnt get out of the apartment without having to have arienna right behind him, or him behind her. it wasnt very fun. with both of them having completly different interests, it was hard to get along. noah was thankful, however, for her laid back personality, easy going ways, and interesting way of doing things. it didnt make it all seem a total drag.
they had sought ways to cope, searching for compromises. she would go running with him, though they both were aware she could never keep up with his high speeds. he'd tried carrying her once, but when their bodies met a strange tingle soared through the both of them as if they were meant to touch, and even though it felt extroardinary, they both agreed never to do it again. he agreed to go with her to visit her parents, playing as the duitable 'boyfriend', she herself never having to play the game with his own parents. considering his father was one of the founding feline shifters, coming up with the idea for this whole curse, he personally favored steering clear from them. all in all, he was lucky arienna wasnt some crazed girl set on her specific ways and trying to turn his whole life upsidedown in the process.
"arienna...!" he called, shifting back into his human form. he was still in his meer boxers, hair unruley and breath as vile as anyone's when first awaking. he hadnt gotten a chance to get dressed, having woken with a start in the middle of his dream in need of release. "i need to get out. now." he said, a sharp, demanding edge within his voice. he was to walk towards her bedroom door, but he held himself back. he was unstable, able to snap at any given moment, and he didnt want arienna in his line of attack. he had grown to like her, though not in the way they were deemed to. he'd begun to hate himself for hating her when they first met, as he would think about killing her and that ultimatly breaking the curse. now, all he thought about was keeping his shifting under control as not to put her in harms way.
α ѕιɴɢle вαттle loѕт, вυт ɴoт тнe wαr, cυz тoмorrow'ѕ
αɴoтнer dαy, αɴd ι'м тнιrѕтy αɴywαy, ѕo вrιɴɢ oɴ тнe rαιɴ.
αɴoтнer dαy, αɴd ι'м тнιrѕтy αɴywαy, ѕo вrιɴɢ oɴ тнe rαιɴ.
celeѕтe rαe corrιɴ
ғeмαle | ɴιɴeтeeɴ yeαrѕ | нυмαɴ | wιllιαм o'cαllαнαɴ | crυѕнleѕѕ
all she could feel was hatred towards william, the curse he brought to her and forced apon her. it was his fault he put them this way. why did there have to be such mythical creatures? wasnt simple humans and simple animals just enough? now they had to be combined in some wierd freak of nature.
the fair skinned, young girl sat apon the living room couch, arms dappled in freckles folded across her chest. she leaned back into the cushion, letting herself sink into the soft leather. her leafy green eyes were locked apon bill, her grey tabby cat, who was sitting perched atop the arm chair across the room. celeste had always been a cat person, making it kinda ronic how she had been paired up with a dog. lestie's unruly, pale blonde curls draped down across her chest, brushing her arms as they hung. her lips were pursed, a sure sign of anger. "so, remind me why again you came here, knowing that if you did this stupid 'curse' would be played out?" she questioned the dhole, lifting her gaze up towards him.
when she had first met william, she had warmed right up to him, however when she learned that she was now permitted from leaving his side for more than twenty feet, those fuzzy feeling quickly turned to hatred, by her choice. she had to keep reminding herself that the feelings she had first felt towards will were forced apon her, not true, and she prefered it that way.
celeste rae corrin was the type to be mad at the world for no apparent reason. she was bipolar, like a ticking time bom just waiting, warning with every faint click it makes of its time to explode, to let everything out that needs to be let out. it wasnt much to fear of what was let out though. for an individual who holds everything inside for a long while until they finally cant take it anymore, its something to be frightened of, but lestie has no such capability of holding back. there is no will in her body to hold everything in until she cracks, the cut deep, but she is a strong girl. she'll hold out in tough times as long as her mind allows her to, but when it comes to more simpler things she'll blow her top in an instant, almost in a dramamtic manner. she can make something as small as a lost artifact into something as large as stealing an expensive family eirloom. in a case, this is what was happening now.
celeste was taking something as simple as will approaching her and turning it around as if he casted the curse apon them himself. he certainly didnt, obviously. who would want such a thing bestowed apon them? no one celeste has ever met. someone would be retarded to ask for such a curse. and yet, she still blamed him, like it was his fault his race exhisted. he was one of their own pawns anyway. "seems pretty retarded to me..." she muttered, scratching behind bill's ears as he came to curl up at her side on the couch. she coiled his vine like tail around her index finger, pushed purrs escaping his throat.
the fair skinned, young girl sat apon the living room couch, arms dappled in freckles folded across her chest. she leaned back into the cushion, letting herself sink into the soft leather. her leafy green eyes were locked apon bill, her grey tabby cat, who was sitting perched atop the arm chair across the room. celeste had always been a cat person, making it kinda ronic how she had been paired up with a dog. lestie's unruly, pale blonde curls draped down across her chest, brushing her arms as they hung. her lips were pursed, a sure sign of anger. "so, remind me why again you came here, knowing that if you did this stupid 'curse' would be played out?" she questioned the dhole, lifting her gaze up towards him.
when she had first met william, she had warmed right up to him, however when she learned that she was now permitted from leaving his side for more than twenty feet, those fuzzy feeling quickly turned to hatred, by her choice. she had to keep reminding herself that the feelings she had first felt towards will were forced apon her, not true, and she prefered it that way.
celeste rae corrin was the type to be mad at the world for no apparent reason. she was bipolar, like a ticking time bom just waiting, warning with every faint click it makes of its time to explode, to let everything out that needs to be let out. it wasnt much to fear of what was let out though. for an individual who holds everything inside for a long while until they finally cant take it anymore, its something to be frightened of, but lestie has no such capability of holding back. there is no will in her body to hold everything in until she cracks, the cut deep, but she is a strong girl. she'll hold out in tough times as long as her mind allows her to, but when it comes to more simpler things she'll blow her top in an instant, almost in a dramamtic manner. she can make something as small as a lost artifact into something as large as stealing an expensive family eirloom. in a case, this is what was happening now.
celeste was taking something as simple as will approaching her and turning it around as if he casted the curse apon them himself. he certainly didnt, obviously. who would want such a thing bestowed apon them? no one celeste has ever met. someone would be retarded to ask for such a curse. and yet, she still blamed him, like it was his fault his race exhisted. he was one of their own pawns anyway. "seems pretty retarded to me..." she muttered, scratching behind bill's ears as he came to curl up at her side on the couch. she coiled his vine like tail around her index finger, pushed purrs escaping his throat.
{{@everyone; you may now post! the city is one somewhere in montana, for the sake of the forest, and they've been paired for a month or so now.
@light; i had a horrible time writing celeste's. i had nothing to say with her, which is strange. }}
@light; i had a horrible time writing celeste's. i had nothing to say with her, which is strange. }}
