Please Don't Betray...

[S E C R E T]

Trust me, I can keep a secret....

Sometimes they saydon't judge a book by it's cover. If this saying held true for all beings, then perhaps things would be different in the world. It would be without racism, hate, and crude deception. However, above all, it would be without Secret, the big red wolf. Currently, she trudged through the ankle high grass, her black nose low to the ground. Slowly flaring her nostrils, she accepted the scent of fresh morning grass. Being the first to tread on it, she was extra careful of where she placed her large paws. Her short claws inevitably prodded the ground, creating her massive footprints leaving a trail of where she wandered.

Above the wolf lived a whole other world of swirling grey clouds, threatening to erupt at any moment. The life above the lupids reigned over them, even if they were unaware of it. It controlled them silently, stealthfully. It could over take any being at any time. Some believed in the winds, some knew better and turned their thoughts to science. However, some went way out on a limb and merely thought it was a supernatural force of other beings living above them, controlling them like simple marionettes. the sky could open up at any moment, and pour precipitation within seconds. Some believed it was the great spirits crying, they believed they had upset them, and in complete terror would do all they could to stop the spirits from crying.

Secret explored the new terrain, her amber eyes seeking out motion in this hellforesaken world. She shook her giant head sending bits of rain flying around her as if she was a fountain. She was certainly beautiful enough to be carved into stone, but there was one problem with that theory. Her color. Her fiery red color was such contrast against the usually white canvas, it was easy to spot her out of nowhere. The grey wolves had the advantage of their neutral color, the white wolves tended to stay in the snow, but the red wolves had no where to go. Red is hardly a natural nature color.

The red wolf lifted her face to the sky, observing the clouds move above her and opened her mouth slowly, creating a perfect O. Suddenly, breaking the monotony of silence, a piercing, shrill note shattered the serenity. It was coming from the large red animal, perched precariously low to the ground. The howl started off low, and then crescendoed louder and higher until it ended with a flourish and a flick of her giant tail. Was it claiming land? No, not threatening enough. Calling a mate? No, not sweet enough. A call of lonlieness? Not sad enough. Perhaps it was simply a call of stating her prescense...why not be noticed?

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Notes:: Sorry that kinda sucked, but i usually need something to work with, so my next one will be better.
Tagged:: Rushiee <3 and her beast, Sage
Status :: Hungryyy
Expected :: Something of substance, but nothing special, doesn't have to be too long
Feedback :: IS ENCOURAGED
Word Count :: 467

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"Fucking birds..." Mumbling quite bitterly beneath his cold breathe as he cussed, the charcoal coated creature ambled onward. It's SPRING, aint it? The ivory clumps that dangled on the peaks of treacherous mountains had somewhat made their way, or kept it, upon the more even footing that the male usually ventured upon. Apparently he had awoken on the wrong side of the bed, because in no way was he looking forward to hearing another sparrow or finch chirp or tweet. Each huff and breathe he took from the freezing air created a foggy trail to hang around and from his parted jaws.
His journey threaded from the steep mountains, navigating within sky scraping trees and thick brush, all the way down to the wide open plains, and toward the rushing, dense ocean. It wasn't that he seeked peace of any sort, it just gave him something to do and he really wasn't quite the one to settle down. Pulling himself to a halt momentarily, his jaws outstretched and revealed his sharp canines. It introduced itself as a low sound but quickly arose to a high pitched yawn as he shook his head and smacked his dry lips back together. His steady feet continued the previous pace, lifting his noggin to fixate his vision and adjust his pupils to the light blaring down on him.
He was close, and what a damned relief that was. Bickering some more ill-mannered words at the sounds and language of feathered creatures beyond him, he shifted into a quicker gate. In a set, two of his limbs thrusted forward in repeat of the other duo. His steady beated pace increased at the very slight glance of the shoreline. "Finally!" He announced to himself, the corner of his jaw prickling up into a lopsided grin. His pace increased till he was sprinting downhill, but hesitated to move any faster due to the upcoming drop and monstrous amount of dense rocks and plantation.
Jerking to almost a halt, he dashed rather smoothly onto a boulder, another, the next, and a couple more until he experienced tan sand between his paw pads and toes. He was about to move onward, to the shore to be precise, but quickly picked up on the rather loud howl not to far away. Snorting, he dropped his rump to the sand as he listened in to the remaining tones drawn out. Curiosity pricked up his slumped spine, bringing him to a common response to the sound. His own noggin tilted back, iced eyes slid shut, and paws shifted as he threaded out his own howl. It was of a different pitch, more masculine of course, and not as well shifted as the other wolf's. The noise was rough, to the point, but willing and enough to hear all the same.

[ooc: Sorry that took so long.. but here's Sage! It's not my best but it's finished at least. Hopefully it'll get better later on. <3]

[S E C R E T]

Trust me, I can keep a secret....

Sometimes they saylook before you leap. If this was true...things would be quite different in the world. For instance, perhaps suicides wouldn't be as common, and maybe more beings would be friends. However, most importantly, the big red wolf wouldn't be who she is today. Currently, the red dog's ears were pricked forward, listening intently to the masculine lyrics responding back to her own. Interest picked at her, but she pushed it away. Amber eyes strained to make out a figure in the distance, but the snow was falling too hard for her to see anything now.

The skies were either upset or incredibly happy, reasoned Secret. The snow was either a sign of anger or happiness. Sometimes it was hard to differ the two. When the snow was fluffier and less threatening, Secret believed that it was a sign of happiness, acceptance, or even partying. However, when the white flakes came down hard, covering the fields with thick ice and mushy snow, fear filled the amber orbs set into the red dog's beautiful face. This was a sign of anger, and the winds should be better respected in the future. Maybe her type of thinking was crazy, but it was who she was. Maybe she was just a bit crazy.

Suddenly, without warning or a bit of a hesitation, Secret was up on all four feet, head raised high to the air. She was sniffing the air, but it was impossible to see. What was she looking for? The other wolf? Doubtful, but possible. She decided upon howling once more. This time, the howl was more mournful. Instead of ending sharply, almost staccato, it ended by blurring off into the wind, letting it carry the mournful, and yet somehow beautiful and eerie sound away.

She listened hard, wondering what this other wolf had to bring her. She wondered a bit about him. From the sound of his howl, she could tell he wasn't challenging her...just responding. She noted that it is what she would have done if she had heard a different howl. Slinking through the sparse trees that littered the beautiful sandy beach, she finally made out a figure in the distance. She didn't falter as she confidently and fearlessly approached the male dog.

As she approached, her red coat stuck out like a sore thumb against the white, almost luminescent beach. The snow was coming harder now, pelting her back, but her double coat protected her delicate skin. She shook the snow that was already beginning to form icicles. Finally, when she was a mere twenty feet from the other dog, she halted. A strange thing to do, but then again, she's a strange being. Most females immedetely greet males, in hopes of breeding, or even just loooking for a place to stay. Most males would approach and pick a fight if part of different terrains. But...still...the giant red wolf stayed still, those amber eyes not quite looking into the other wolf's. but not quite looking away either....

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Notes:: Ehh this one is alright
Tagged:: S....a....g....e
Status :: Going to play tennis now
Expected :: Something fun to read
Feedback :: is always encouraged
Word Count :: 509

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i may believe thrill & apathy

The communication wasn't something that was usually witnessed in his assorted aspects and interests. It merely caught his attention in his average day as he moved toward the tranquil shoreline. The rushing sensation crawled up his fur, brisking not only the finger tips but the skin along his ribs and spine. Shifting his sitting position, he shivered in reaction to the chilly temperature. The sea breeze that usually picked up during this time of day continued to brisk past him, causing his fur to puff up a bit more in a quest for warmth. Both ears pricked forward as his fur continued to flutter this way and that against the wind that was slowing in speed as it crested over him.
His thoughts daunted over his response to the shrilling noise just before him, wondering if he'd be left unanswered. In general, he wasn't quite the social type, but howling was something he found hard to leave unanswered. Back in his day, or at least when he lived with his cluttered wreck of a family, howling was a normal part of their every day lives. So, it just about made him a bit homesick, which was something rare for him to experience. His relationships with them wasn't something he ever took a liking to, besides pup hood.
There it was. The shrill creep of the sound across the valley spiced his head with a side track of thought, pushing on his padded feet as he rose to them. Whoever it was surely replied. More eager, and expectant, he started to shift his energized muscles forward. The earlier run had only been a lovely warm up, he was ready to dash anywhere now. He doubted during the first call that it was something of a male, so now he was pretty damn sure it was a female. Ambling toward the last speck of sound, he shook his coat in attempt to rid any dirt, debris, or specks of snow that managed to cling to it.
Sliding to a quick halt, he jutted his snout skyward and let out a piercing howl, much, much louder and much rougher than before. Dropping his head, his vision focused on the shadows curling behind the thick brush beyond him. Out the other came. Tensing his muscles, he held his stance as the rather vibrant wolf approached. His mind rattled at himself, even more interested to meet this wolf due to their coat. Lookie here, it is a girl! Congrats, Sage. He congratulated himself sarcastically, watching her approach rather quickly. He was a bit surprised of her to halt, he was totally expecting her eager responses to his own to lead her right up to his face. That's what most females did, anyways, especially ones that weren't afraid to look directly at him.
"Jeez, I don't bite." He spat bluntly, giving a lopsided smirk. The male narrowed his eyes as he examined her. Any flaws, any threats, anything that stood out, such as scars, markings, or anything else, would quickly be conceived by those sharp, ice blue eyes of his. Flicking an ear lazily, he awaited any further word or reaction from her.

don't exist in me fairly equally

[S E C R E T]

Trust me, I can keep a secret....

Sometimes they saydon't strike up a conversation with the wrong type. If this message held true for all living beings, it would seem that Miss. Secret would never have talked to another being in her life. The wrong type. What does that even mean? Since when is there a right type...and how do you get into that little clique? However, Secret would take the "wrong" clique over the "right" one any day.

The surprise on his face didn't surprise her at all. Of course he would assume she was like all the others. They always do. She was sure he was a male now. The most characteristic trait he possessed was his outstanding ice blue eyes. She was drawn immediately to the extreme contrast of them, when painted on his rugged face. She was almost impressed. Almost. However, her own amber orbs took preference. She liked the more natural, blending into her red coat look. However, she knew that most males preferred the bold, beautiful emerald and blue eyes...but that was not who she was, nor who she would ever become so too bad.

His words surprised her, and she was stunned for a moment as she processed his lyrics. They were more cynical sounding than his howl had, which was why it had drawn her to the scene, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She raised her head defiantly and raised the sides of her lips, almost as if snarling. I won't bite.. Hah. Like she would be afraid of a simple bite. Maybe I will. Her own lyrics were strangely unexplainable and irrisistable. She was either teasing him, or being a bitch. either way, not surprising for Secret's character.

She averted her eyes once more from the beast in front of her. Instead, she studied the snow in front of her. It was so beautiful. So uninterupted by anything around it. Simply placed there naturally, without treading, nor even a breath apon it. She noticed how the snow was starting to come down a little slower and regarded it with a slight smile. Pricking her ears forward, she stood her ground, remaining in a seated position. However, if you looked closely enough you could see that she wasn't relaxed. Her back paws were perched under her, careful to be ready, in case anything was to happen....

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Notes:: I love her line. "Maybe I will"
Tagged:: The beast by the name of Sage
Status :: Iceee creamm
Expected :: Something interesting
Feedback :: is always loved
Word Count :: 397

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that look was priceless, don't let me get carried away

What was she doing, looking him over, from head to toe, side to side, up and down? If she had something to say, she'd better of spoke then and there. As she gazed upon him, so did he, but it was nothing of romance, like, hate, or dislike. The brute was merely doing it due to whatever polite reason she found to do it herself, he wasn't quite afraid of looking someone else straight in the eye.
Well, perhaps he was a bit too sarcastic on what he said, he could, and did bite, when he wanted to. He wasn't a chit chatting idiot like some others he had stumbled across. Outstretching his lethal jaws, he revealed his deadly canines as he yawned just as he had earlier. Yeah, he was awake, and, no, the yawn wasn't forced, his excitement only died down to find her to run up and stare at him. Odd, actually.
He actually wasn't all too picky about paint and colors, tones and shades, eyes or ears, it was the personality that really struck him. All the same, however, he didn't quite give a crap about anyone else either way, so it didn't really matter. If someone did stick out, then a fabulous applause to them, can you actually start a conversation? It was like strutting up to a rehearsal, out fit for A Midsummer Night's Dream and its entirety, but not knowing the actual words for the part!
"Oh, really? I'd like to see you try, Nippy." He quirked an invisible brow on his face, creating a quizzical look as he stared her down further. His lopsided grin dashed back along his lips, observing her every move, muscle tense, or ear flick. He quickly noticed her gaze diverted to the snow, and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking, especially when she smiled at it. The hell? Is she insane? Her paws were ready to spring, so he took the time to relax himself, if she did anything, anyways, he'd surely snap back into position before she could. "Black and white and red all over..." He mumbled to himself in comparison of the female and ragged newspapers, scanning the area near them briefly before returning his lazy attention back to her.

i've seen it before and it still suits you the same

[S E C R E T]

Trust me, I can keep a secret....

Sometimes they saydon't be overeager. However, sometimes they also say don't take things too seriously. Perhaps this is what few rules the giant red wolf did stand by. To take things too seriously was a life wasted. Seriousness was an important trait, but it definitely wasn't one of her favorites. Secret had a playful side, she just had an odd exterior surrounding that little bit of her. Sometimes it took more than just a few words to get to the center of someone.

Amused by his words spoken back to her, plus his eyes traveling over her body. I'd like to see you try.. She had two choices here. Exhibit her extreme strength and lunge at him to start a fight, or simply laugh it off. She chose the second option. She exhibited her teeth instead, but in a friendly manor and extended her long pink tongue. Her tongue, not unlike other wolves, had black speckles that looked like she had been curious and gotten herself into soot or dirt. However, it was simply a birthmark engraved into her forever and always.

She quickly saw how he had relaxed his body position and followed in suit. The mystical animal was confusing to follow, but even harder to live. If one thought she was confusing, just think of what went through her head everyday and everynight. Raising a single paw, she brought her uniquely colored tongue over the top of it where dried blood had crusted over from simply walking through thorny forests. It was something most females hated doing...afraid of getting themselves dirty perhaps? Silly, insolent females...

His next few words hit a sore spot. She flinched as he mentioned her red fur. Faded memories rushed back with jaded edges, cutting deep into her as they once did before in a world so long ago. The insults, the nips and scratchs, but worst of all the feelings of being on the outside. Her eyes clouded over as she thought back to the times of the worst. Her head dropped a few inches, it was obvious of her immense sadness. Naturally, the past brought back hard memories, but she pushed through it and instead said, Good one...I've heard it before.Her lyrics weren't nearly as smooth, they wavered and were softer, more distant. A trained ear could easily decipher the difference between her past mood and the one that resided within her now.

Secret bowed her head and shook her head lightly, shaking away the memories that tumbled and crashed around her, almost as if swirling her back to the past. She knew that part of her life was over, but it still hurt to remember the sharp insults that hurt oh so badly. If she were a two legged, she would have blushed and a tear would have slid down her cheek. Instead, being a wolf, she simply quieted and shifted her weight to the other side. Her tail stopped the rythmic thumping against the snowy ground and lay there listlessly as she remembered just how much it hurt to remember.

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Notes:: I like this one
Tagged:: S-a-g-e
Status :: Lotsa Muse
Expected :: Nothing special
Feedback :: is always appreciated
Word Count :: 518

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you catch on quick, the cynics deaf

His gaze lazily flickered and rolled over the female again as he let his mind wander over a couple of topics he randomly encountered. Damn snow, should be gone by now... A couple of snowflakes fluttered from the tree above him, a couple landing right on his already freezing nose. The corners of his lips pricked up and down to form a lopsided grimace, closing one eye in the process. The male sneezed twice before rubbing his muzzle with his foreleg, grumbling under his foggy breath. Shifting into a more comfortable position, his gaze settled back onto the scarlet coated female. Observing her movements and discomfort to his comments, he quirked an invisible brow; quite quizzical.
"Ruins my originality, then, I hope ya know..." He mumbled, flicking his ears lazily toward the obnoxious noises coming from chestnut feathered creatures not far from them. It really sucked that it was early morning, this was the pit of hell and mountain of heaven for the sparrows. Rising to his feet, he zipped right up to her space bubble. With no intention of settling down next to her, he continued to stride around her. He took in his surroundings, flattening his ears when a small amount of snow flakes sprinkled upon them. "Gotta name, Clifford?" He asked lowly, easing to a full halt once he came to her front end.

before they give the same reviews, you catch on quick

[ooc - DONE. It's not great but it was what I could do. Sorry that took so long! D:]