αм ι вeттer oғғ deαd? αм ι вeттer oғғ α qυιттer?
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.
α ѕιɴɢle вαттle loѕт, вυт ɴoт тнe wαr, cυz тoмorrow'ѕ
αɴoтнer dαy, αɴd ι'м тнιrѕтy αɴywαy, ѕo вrιɴɢ oɴ тнe rαιɴ.
celeѕтe rαe corrιɴ
ғeмαle | ɴιɴeтeeɴ yeαrѕ | нυмαɴ | wιllιαм o'cαllαнαɴ | crυѕнleѕѕ celeste lifted her chin in defiance, resituating her arms across her chest. yes, this was most definitly a curse. “i would explain you the whole situation step by step sweetie, but see, i’ve been driving for several hours, from california to montana and, how to say it? i’m tired, sweaty and in pain. seeing you’re not going to show me my room i think i’ll suit myself. thank you, 'darling'.” she clenched her jaw, shoving her feline off the couch. the blue tabby took no objection to it, fleeing to wherever suited him fancy.
celeste was not one to back down easily from a challenge, and that was what she took his attitude as: a challenge. true, she had dished it out beforehand, but by him returning it stepped up a whole new level for her. to her, life was like a video game. you only got a certain amount of lives before you were dead, and you'd best take advantage of them while you can, you only got a cartain amount of weapons until you lose them, so you better take advtange of it while you can, and you only get a certain amount of moments to weaken or kill your enemy, so you better take advantage of that while you can. and that was exactly what she planned on doing. rising to her feet, she walked upstairs and down the hall to his bedroom, quickly after him as to not be of more than twenty feet from him, because the distance from the living room to his bedroom was about thirty. she leaned against his doorframe, not staring at him personally, but his eyes. they were a darker navy blue, as she had taken to notice of before she had realized the whole curse mumbojumbo and his littler 'secret', but now they looked as black as soot. perhaps it was anger, or apart of his whole, dhole thing. she didnt quite know. but what she did know was that they couldn't be more than twenty or so feet apart, and she sought to use this to her advantage. no one called her darling.
"don't ever call me darling..." she hissed, slowly backing down the staircase, fists clentched by her side as to prepare herself. the split second she reached twenty one feet away from will, pain soared through her body in a manner she'd never before felt. her fingertips felt as if they were asleep, her head pounding with every beat her heart made. she hunched over, arms dangling, as she felt as if she might vomit. it was as if she were being electricuted, except the electricity just kept on coming.
though the pain was unbearable, it wasnt the worst of it. the pain was set with a purpose, to not just punish her body, but her mind. instant memories flood back to her, of her mother giving both her and her fraturnal twin brother up for adoption, of him being the only one to be adopted, her years living in a child's home only to get a short glimpse of what life outside would have been like when dawson, her brother, found her. the pain was close to how she felt when she realized dawson's adopted mother was a match of blood for the kidney transplant she needed: smoldered. it had a deadly grip around her neck, much like when dawson's mother died during surgery, her kidney having some issue that cut off her air, however this time, she felt no guilt, no reason to feel ashamed. no, she felt as bad as afterwards when dawson's adopted father treated her like it was her fault: wounded. however now, she did feel guilt when the wretched pain within her reminded her that it was her fault dawson's adopted brother died; celeste was the one who gave him the drugs to cope, and he over dosed. she felt wretched inside, filthy in soul. she had then left the family to their own suffering, eventually moving away from her children's home and saving up for one herself. she'd gone a whole week without thinking about it in this bad of an extent, and yet here it came, creeping back just as her filthy mind thought of the idea to threaten william. karma's a bitch.
celeste let out a gasp for breath as she tumbled back within the boundaries she was supposed to stay in, fingers wrapped tightly around her shirt collar. she clutched it tightly, as if she squeezed tighter she would feel better. she didn't. she slowly let her breath come back to her, assisting with a couple sets of pants. she closed her eyes, sparing her energy, and slid to a crouched position, leaning against the couch. when she did once more regain herself, she pulled her knees in tight to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and pressed her forehead to her kneecaps. her sickly pale face slowly returned to its natural coloring from her lack of air, blonde curls falling like curtains around her legs. she was wallowing in it, and even though the pain was gone, the memories still lingered.
