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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]The ebony cloaked beast was astonishingly a bit dulled by the usual rush adrenaline of the kill. No, not your average blood-thirsty killer which seemed to be abundant now a days, but a simple equation of prey and predator. A large, meaty elk stood before him, blissfully unaware of the monstrous titan hovering behind it. His strides ranged from thundering drums against the terrain making sure to leave prints of his wake, or as light as a moth itself fluttering from one heat source to the next; there was never an in between. At the moment, his paw pads stole the grace of a ethereal femme somewhere in a lovely haven seeing as the exquisite audits of the woodland organism could not detect the ancient lupine.


    Molten amber amulets fixated upon the warm blooded creature, zoning into the hungering vibrations of crimson cells pumping through the circulatory system. The vampire-demon hybrid had one atrocious appetite consistently through out his days, or years for that matter considering his immortal state. Although at the current time period it didn't exactly strike his craving due to not having any yearning for nutrition. Nothing really seemed to spark his interest within the rogue lands. Little interaction occurred here and frankly that bored the massive charcoal pelted dire wolf.


    Kronos wasn't exactly an eye-catching masterpiece - far from it actually. Perhaps through the eyes of a gorgeous feminine he was but a simple gruff male with nothing special. His fur was thick and coarse, pitch black in pigment with soft variations of a sterling ashen grey towards his underbelly and sharp facial features. His right ear was torn while his muscular physique was littered with permanent scars over the years. Many would say that the closest thing to pleasing he possessed where his lava coloured eyes.


    At a mere glance he would burn craters into your soul. Not exactly judging them by their wrongs, rather than observing it in all its awe. While his body movement could be rough and rigid, hard to read, his orbs were the portal to his soul if and only if you knew how to read the labyrinthine language. Otherwise he was as hard to read as a cold slab of stone. Waves of molten amber lap at his inky black pupil with liquified gold flecks run wild along the outer core. And now, they were focused upon the elk, softly examining it's gentle maneuvers in a pensive state of mind. "Characterless as the slutty females running around." Kronos muttered suddenly, deep and rough vocals booming from the depths of his thorax, causing the elk to take off in a frightened frenzy. It was true, most females within this generation were utterly stodgy and simple to comprehend; simple minded in a way.


    Kronos enjoyed a challenge.


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    [align=center][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=26pt]Melantha E. Faber ✝✝[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:4px; margin-top:-14px][color=black][font=georgia]cougar - 5 years old - jacky x cataclysm[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]Sometimes, one just had to break away from the monotony of everyday life and take some time for themselves. For weeks now, the hardworking creature planned and worried and strategized so that she could escape the hard-pressed responsibility of her position of deputy for just a single weekend. Such an occurrence happened rarely, as the lovely huntress appeared to be in great health, at the pinnacle of her fitness, and possessed an ironclad loyalty (that doubled as a ball and chain) to her clan. An obligation borne from a lifelong employment to the clan in which she was birthed led to a distaste for abandoning her duties for too long, fearing that her absence may lead to some sort of terrible, apocalyptic disaster. Maker knows she could not trust her short-tempered colleagues to hold down the fort. Alas, just for one weekend, the sole remaining Faber female would enjoy the liberating feeling of an overdue vacation.


    A solitary creature by nature, Melantha did not appreciate the idea of visiting another clan or group during her allotted time of rest. Therefore, the middle aged woman decided to embark on a hunting trip out in open lands, a lace belonging to everyone and no one; the loner lands. For a short period of time, after being resurrected from the dead by forces unknown, Melantha had toiled there, and enjoyed the peace. But like a moth to a flame, she had been drawn back to her old haunts, and so her imprisonment to duty continued.


    A bubblegum pink tongue ran along inky black lips, mouth watering at the thought of sinking her teeth into the savory meat of elk. Such beasts were uncommon in the desert, so it she considered it a delicacy as opposed to the javelina and rabbit she commonly dined on. The petite cougaress trotted smoothly across the uneven terrain, her thick pelt protecting her from the biting winter wind; an experience all but foreign to the wildcat. She had been tracking the same scent for a good six hours now, and it was only growing stronger. She had already taken down a female earlier, so now it was time for sport hunting. Melantha did not favor being wasteful, however, and was most likely to drag her kill all the way back to Bloodclan to share with the foul-mouthed assholes she called her clansmen.


    One could imagine her distaste, then, as she watched the proud young buck she'd spent hours hunting spook and race away from unknown interference. Melantha had been situated upon a high bough of an oak tree, preparing for the leap onto her prey's back when it raised it's head, alert, before darting off. Melantha growled lowly, pallid olive orbs flickering about before fastening upon the battle-marked form of a dire wolf. The elegant, North American wildcat hopped down and prowled towards the strange male with a hardened expression, sickly green eyes smoldering with a cold fire that bored into his.


    "Sluts are all you will attract with foul manners such as those." she commented icily, each word articulated and hinting at great intelligence. There was no ounce of fear in the slender woman as she stared down the canine much larger than herself, and she put little effort in concealing her disgust of an interrupted hunt. Melantha gave him a quick once-over, although if she liked what she saw, there was no hint of his upon her simple features. "Didn't your mother ever teach you 'ladies first'?"
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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]"Sluts are all you will attract with foul manners such as those."


    Kronos took his precious time to swivel his cranium in order to face the wildcat before him, blinking slowly in a tired motion. "Ouch. Too bad I wasn't placed in this world to find a lover, it's not really my priority. Got any more harsh digs?" He retorted promptly yet scanned the feminine in a rapid pace, seeming to only get a glimpse when in reality he'd already taken in the gentle curves of the cougar, analyzing the countenance and silhouette of the vessel. Cold and desolate but she reeked of clan markers. He found it strange how he hadn't caught a revelation of her presence, probably too engulfed by his clouded thoughts to notice it.


    It also sprouted a curiosity as to why a clan cat strayed so far from territory bounds. He'd only ever known fellow rogues and loners around here with a rare case of stranded members. Idiots. His expression however showed only but a faint sign of amusement as the beginning of a smirk crept its way upon his thin lips. At the very least he wasn't as bored. He hadn't the slightest clue as to who this persona was but he couldn't help but be even the lightest intrigued. He'd always been a curious male after all. Curiosity killed the cat; he himself was a immortal hybrid however so he'd pay no mind to the old heed.


    "Didn't your mother ever teach you 'ladies first'?"


    The massive apex predator chuckled softly at the remark, flicking the remnants of his ear absently. "You see, I never met my mother or father for that matter. If it really meant that much to you love then I can always make an attempt to catch another. That is if you pitch in." He proposed smugly, slowly arising to his full and towering length. Kronos could most certainly capture an impressive kill on his lonesome but that would be no fun now would it?


    The frigid atmosphere was comforting to thickly furred lupine. It was far more pleasant than the sweltering sun which caused his pelt to prick and crawl. A distressing sensation for him and he simply despised it. During summer moons he'd be forced to constantly activate his elemental control for the sake of his sanity, frost gently clinging to his obsidian coat. It kept him cool but made him appear as Elsa with all the damn ice behind his paw steps.


    "I swear I don't bite." Kronos muttered casually, usual husky hymns escaping his maw with a ensnaring ease. That was an obvious lie but he wasn't really all that up for sparring with a female at the moment. No doubt she'd bring as much thrill as the next guy, still he'd attempt to make a good impression for once in his six years of immortal life. His molten amber pools now flickered back towards the femme, taking in the venomous emerald eyes of hers. He couldn't quite tell if they were troubled or simply always like that. [color=#607B8B]"Name's Kronos by the way."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]Why did Melantha always assume these trips would run their planned course with no anomalies, and no interesting creatures to lure her off track? Such an occurrence happened many times prior to this particular outing, thus making the stoic huntress not at all surprises, but still rather pensive. There was no ability for her to deny her state of befuddlement at the thought that although she was well into her middle age, certain patterns and prediction always failed to cross her mind. Perhaps Melantha allowed herself to become far too immersed in the planning that the realization that fate possessed its own itinerary often went overlooked until the moment already passed.


    "Nor was I," she remarked blandly, evidently more focused on lowering her haunches upon the ground and itching absently at a bothersome spot on her shoulder than putting much emotion behind her words. The vacationing clanner glanced up at the massive hunter from beneath long lashes, allowing him a fleeting moment of attention in the midst of making herself comfortable. "Count on in." a wondrously simple answer to his question, but true all the same. Melantha was known for having acquired herself a never ending stockpile of low blows and sharp jabs to one's self-esteem. Having been raised by one of the roughest collective groups of animals at the time, such was an essential skill to ensure a long existence.


    She would be lying if she said that the dire wolf did not inspire some curiosity within her aging soul, but like the quick wit, Miss Faber learned how not to give anyone her full, undivided attention unless they truly earned it. In simpler terms, strategic disinterest was apart of her everyday life. An almost predatory smile spread across her lips, although failing to reach the sickly emerald pools of her eyes, and she released a short snort of amusement. "I thought I smelled a wayward bad boy," Melantha said, entertained by the fact that nearly all of her encounters with rogues - males in particular - were with ones claiming to have no mommy or daddy and so on and so forth. Raising a paw, she waved away his offer dismissively. "It's of no real matter. 'Was more of a trophy hunt." although, she really did want to take down that bull elk. Maybe next time.


    The elegant female was still displeased by this enexpected disturbance, but she was warming up nicely. It was pleasant to come across a creature with which smart ass comments could be slung and henceforth commence a battle of wit. Visionaries the color of rotting squash narrowed, though if it was a positive expression or negative remained unknown. "I was taught not to trust strangers." for a split second, a genuine, albeit faint, smile dashed across her features, alluding to a delicate playfulness building within the complex feline.


    She nodded, as if approving of Kronos's introduction. Expression flat and cold once more, those poisonous eyes of hers bore into the ancient beast for a few moments more, deciding. Apparently she was satisfied with what she had seen and heard and offered a simple utterance in reply. "Melantha." and that was that. If Keonos earned it, she may be more inclined to give away more information about herself, but that was a feat in itself.
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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]His ordinary hunts usually consisted of a repetitive cycle - stalk, leap and kill. Simple really, the rush of the chase was no longer present due to his mastery in the concept of feasting on prey. It became far too easy and no longer satisfied his materialistic needs and minimal egoistical hunger. Yes there was the unusual "alpha" in accordance to the varies of prey ranging from elk to quail when he was feeling fancy, but it didn't really mean anything if no one even gazed upon it. The dire wolf was fed with hunting now that he truly pondered about the topic.


    Hearing the rustling of movement, he fixated his optics once again over the stranger, nodding briefly to her reply. Eh, it left a small dent in his pride but quickly inflated to its promising state as it did before. Mere words never fazed the male in the lightest. He was tolerable to the stupidity infesting the realm he called home, never stooping down to a short temper, never flustering over pathetic attempts at insults. No harm, no foul. Laying a single paw upon his frame with intents of harming him however would cause a chain reaction of an exploding nuclear bomb. He was seen as a cobra, rattle lashing in warning and yet their too stupid to hear it, idiocy creating a barrier impenetrable by intellectual facts. He paid no mind to verbal insults but he would take no bullshit when it came to physical attacks.


    Yet again a chuckle emitted from his thorax chamber, booming with power as it fled his ebony maw. "No, no, no. Don't mix me up with hormonal adolescents waiting to shove their d*ck up any female that crosses their way and claim to smoke everyday for fun. I won't lie, I've had my fun but was smart enough not to get her pregnant. I enjoy children and all, but I wasn't exactly prepped for them at the time." Kronos wasn't normally the type to explain his entire life story but he'd be considered a hypocrite with the rambling he'd just done. He was reserved in fact but what harm could telling someone do? Tease him was as far as it could go but again it brought no troubling thoughts to him. He found himself telling a fable anew. He did want children, with her at least, only his mate at the time was incapable of bearing children.


    The dame he'd mention was his only lover as a matter of fact. She truly was a goddess, unlike any other, and yet she had a heart intoxicated with spite and malevolence once as pure as an angel straight from the heaven reigning above his stature. She had a pelt kissed by December, white as snow and soft as velvet. The rosiest nose and paw pads you could ever see and were just as delicate as they seemed yet she had a golden heart while iron and ice ran through her veins. She was a woman bound by ice and steel, the very embodiment of beauty. And her eyes - oh her lovely eyes - were a delicate icy blue capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Her name was Selene, titled after the goddess of the moon. She could set the difficult male right on his tracks and at the same time cause an unmeasurable happiness to surge his once shriveled heart.


    That was all ages ago however and he wished not even to scrape the edges of such bitter sweet memoirs. They were no longer together. She was no longer of this earth. The now familiar voice then snapped him from his trail of never ending thoughts, snapping his cranium upwards before returning to his serene expression. "Well they taught you wrongly my love, strangers are the best of fun." Kronos replied with a brief smirk but alas as quickly as it appeared it dissipated beneath his stoic aspect. After taking in her name as well, he grinned, "Well Melantha, I believe you assigned alias shall be Ellie, only to be used by me." It was a habit of his, to give acquaintances monikers he'd mainly use. There was no logic behind them and was simply for fun, especially if it irked those who he gifted them with. It'd only cause him to use it that much more.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]Melantha allowed her newfound companion, of sorts, to speak without interruption. The deep, rumbling baritone of his voice was oddly pleasing, perhaps amplified by the fact that she was surrounded by high-pitched whiners nearly every day of her monotonous existence. Her pallid olive gaze was steadfast, firmly locked onto Kronos throughout the duration of his mini-monologue. The entire thing had been rather endearing - a bit more than she was expecting, but the way the rugged dire wolf seemed to 'defend his honor' made the stoic femme crack a smile. Cute, she thought.


    "Ah, I see. Good for you, then." taken out of context, the lovely wildcat's words would have come off as disinterested and dismissive. However, the intelligently articulated way that the tawny hued huntress voiced her response, paired with a subtle nod of her sharply shaped skull, was meant to be approving. Melantha could respect a man who was most interested in the quality of the relationship rather than how many bragging rights he possessed.


    Her eyes, usually so cold and piercing, took on a wistful haze then. Her love life had been all but successful, filled with broken promises and the constant abandonment of Melantha in the midst of their relationship. They never stayed, although, the longest had been with her childhood flame by the name of Russiansoldier - Kaiser, as he went by now. Melantha remembered every single detail of how they first met: his crocked smile that showed off the faint white line of an old scar, a beautiful russet pelt infused with hues of gold and copper, the way he stood like he was king of the world and his eyes told her that he wanted Melantha to be his queen. Oh, she hated him then, but the wily timber wolf pestered her until resistance was futile, and she allowed him to love her. Filled with childish fantasies of settling down, getting married, and having children spurred her on, and she was on too deep before realizing that her partner was a lot more apprehensive than she let on. Kaiser was too broken, too conflicted to ever allow himself to be truly happy, and so he disappeared. He just left, and it broke Melantha's heart. Four years of pouring her heart and soul into their relationship, and the man she loved just ran away. Imagine the blow to her self-esteem. Melantha still wondered if, somehow, she had not been pretty enough or smart enough or loyal enough to make him stay? All she ever wanted was to have a family again...


    No, she was not going to think about him anymore. Already, the thick mire of loneliness had its hold on her, dragging the hopeless romantic down into the gloomy depths of her own personal hell. That kind of thinking was bound to land her in a situation she would regret. Melantha glanced at Kronos, curiosity flashing across her simple features. The deputy harbored a secret love for all things romance, and she could not help but wonder about the lady he mentioned. The battle marked male's continued speech shook her from her chaotic string of thoughts, and she smirked upon realization of what he was saying. "I suppose you're right," she admitted with a shrug. "The most intelligent thing I spoke to before meeting you was probably a rock, and I think I was hallucinating."


    As for Kronos dubbing her 'Ellie', Melantha merely shook her head, retraining laughter. Ellie did not know where that came from, but she found enjoyment in it all the same. She wouldn't resist, rather playing along with whatever Kronos had in mind.
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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]Kronos didn't have relationships to compare, considering he'd ever only had one with Selene, however that itself held as much pain and aching as any number of relationships. She tore his very beating heart straight from his chest after years of swooning him over with nectarous, ambrosial words that would melt in his paws and cause bliss and tranquility within the hearts of even the wicked; only to be forced to watch it shatter before his heartbroken gaze. It - it changed her. She was the love of his life, the light at the end of a tedious and darkened tunnel until a series of unfortunate events drove her past her brink. He couldn't save her. He still held that against him, suppressing any true happiness to flow past his being. It wasn't fair, he would constantly bombard himself with whenever a slim sliver of joy surged along his heart.


    The male knew better than to take seemingly cold words to heart, he himself paralleled her tone whenever he was not in a very obnoxious or light mood. If he took a liking to someone then the hunter would usually attempt his best to give a benevolent well-meaning aura. He truly did mean well the majority of his time but do him wrong and Kronos will fuck your shit up without hesitation or remorse. His vampire demon hybrid genes contributed to the emotionless state he could float into whenever need be. When he didn't wish to deal with sanity it would be pushed to the side.


    Mind you, he wasn't a mindless killer despite this benefit. He didn't find much joy in killing, it didn't satisfy his thrill, it didn't pleasure his adrenaline. There was no point really. Now there were times when it was most certainly a must when it came to his loved ones' safety, but otherwise he was a stoic and tranquil masculine. There was a limited, exclusive list of those he truly cared for. At the moment it was blank. Selene has taken up the entire section of that list at one point in his life but it was no time to be dwelling in the past. Taking note of his rather unusually long pause, he simply nodded and swiveled his cranium to once again face the cougar. Primarily, he took in the brusque glint of interest spark through her lovely verdant orbs in accordance to her new appellation. "I was thinking Mellie would be a good byname, but I'm sure that's been thought of before and I just decided to use Ellie. Wonderful is it not Ellie, love." The stygian onyx adorned dire wolf cooed cheekily through a lighthearted charming smirk. "Not to mention Ellie descends from the name Eleanor meaning god, or in this case goddess for you." The male wasn't purposely or consciously attempting to seem flirtatious but it sure came out that way.


    /stuck on mobile sighhh


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    If Kronos were to divulge his romantic turmoil to Ellie, her heart would probably break for him. Her own love life was a bust, so she learned how to live precariously through others. She never failed to hurt for those who have been hurt she she had. Perhaps not in the same exact way, but the way Selene passed and left her mate to wither away into nothingness was much like how Kaiser left Melantha hanging, although much more innocent. She didn't know about Kronos, but Mel was certainly tired of people leaving her behind.


    She could only be broken so much until she was just a ghost living in a dead body.


    Maybe that was why Melantha had suddenly begun to make an effort to get out more, to revisit her old haunts and get in touch with her childish side. She started searching for the stuff that made her feel alive before her family and her lovers disappeared one by one. For such an independent creature, Mel had become rather dependent on the love and presence of people she cared about. If she was going to be alone, she didn't want to be lonely. She would make new friends, new memories, all on her own. But she wouldn't get attached, because that was always dangerous.


    People like Kronos were the ones she enjoyed best: strangers she could spend time with, and divulge secrets and basically act like children without feeling obliged to stay in touch. They could be best friend for a few hours and go on with their life the next day. There were no strings attached.


    His pretty words served to flatter the elegant huntress, making her heart flutter in ways that it probably shouldn't; although, she paid little attention to whether or not it was meant to be flirtatious. It was all just playful banter, and would be treated as such. No need to get hung up on the words of a stranger. "Plus, Mellie sounds like something you'd call your daughter who was born two weeks ago." she agreed with a faint smirk. Melantha really liked being called a goddess, though. Made her feel special. Her luminous olive orbs narrowed thoughtfully. "Would you like to hear your new alias?" the lithe female asked then, a wolffish grin tugging at her lips. It was a good one, that's for sure.
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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]The monstrous dire wolf had always been a solitary creature. He had to be if he wished to survive upon this wretched and cruel realm. It only made it harder as a rogue where it was either kill or be killed. He'd slowly managed to drain the soul from his eyes, learned how to force a smile, and to become dependent on one's self moral and nothing else. That all obviously changed drastically when it came to Selene. They'd become inseparable and frankly they both loved it. It wasn't exactly a fairytale love, they had their usual arguments but there always ended up going back to each other as they couldn't really go to anyone else.


    Even before his devastating chaotic heartbreak with Selene, Kronos had always been a bit of an addict when it came to smoking. It was his only escape. While they were dating, Selene attempted to pry Kronos from his habit but all in vain; he didn't smoke as much but still did so whenever he couldn't handle the pressing urge. The strangest inquiry was how he didn't hold the pungent scent of cigars. His natural scent always seemed to be that of a fragrant pine forest with traces of mint if you inhaled close enough to his essence.


    The masculine would not bear false tongue, Ellie was an intriguing creature. He always had a bad custom of examining strangers, a way of survival he'd caught on with years of rogue life, and he platonically admired the huntress from afar. The delicate curves sloping from one to the next were like that of mother nature's most beautiful spectacle, a dangerously alluring and cascading waterfall. However nearing the bewitching rapids could ultimately force any being below its raging torrents to an enforceable ruin. Her eyes spoke a frigid arctic language yet beneath the shroud he could spot a warmness like the visible wilderness running through her veins. To put it simply, she was quite the picturesque beaut. One he hadn't seen since his gaze fell upon Selene all those years back.


    "Plus, Mellie sounds like something you'd call your daughter who was born two weeks ago."


    Kronos chuckled lightly at her sharp words, finally seating his rump in a way to motion the femme to take a spot beside him - lightly flicking his lengthy tail as if dismissing dust from where he offered a seat. He hadn't had good company in the longest of time periods, he'd make sure to put it best to use now that he had.


    "Would you like to hear your new alias?"


    At this, the masculine couldn't help but grin mischievously. "Of course my beloved Ellie, hit me." His deep vocalizations hummed teasingly, rising a non-existing eyebrow in a curious manner. [color=#607B8B]"Not literally, I'm not exactly ready to have my ego deflated, not today." The male joked once more, flashing an engaging smirk her way before awaiting her reply.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]Truth be told, the desert-born huntress always had an eye for the more... canine types. Outwardly, the businesslike creature professed a distaste for her species's counterpart as she associated most with felines. However, the way Melantha saw it, the domesticated lapdogs were completely different from the fantastical, powerful wolves. Born as a creature whose blood pumped with an eternity of wilderness and freedom, she looked down upon beasts whose only purpose in life is to serve without question. But wolves, they are rugged and fierce and independent. They serve as unit, a well-oiled wheel. Even Kaiser, a charming bad boy with a more domestic taste still possessed a wild gleam in his iceberg eyes.


    There was no question that the sharp-tongued lady viewed Kronos in a more positive light. Whenever the immense canine looked away, inky black pupils never failed to flicker to his stocky form; admiring the many scars and ocean of obsidian fur with a subtle gaze. Contrary to males' tendency to stare outright with their tongue lolling out of the side of their mouth, Melantha had picked up on the more feminine skill of furtive glances and coy smiles. It was difficult to tell whether she liked what she saw or was quietly judging. Perhaps both, but to what extent was always a mystery. Kronos made her equal parts curious and wary. The desire to know more about the hulking beast tugged at her with an influential pull; alas, a long history of heartbreak instilled a particular apprehension as a safeguard against more emotional scarring.


    Keen, perceptive eyes followed the inferred invitation to take a seat, and only a moment was wasted before her entire one hundred twenty pounds of lean muscles propelled forward in a quick, three-step trot. In a single, swift motion, the lovely mountain lioness had easily spun around and placed her curvaceous haunches upon the grass-covered ground. Upon meeting Kronos's molten lava gaze, she flashed a bright grin.


    "I would be more than happy to hit you," she commented playfully, expression taking on one of mock challenge before returning to its pleasant neutral. "But I would feel bad if a damaged the goods." This time, the once-over was made obvious to the naked eye, so to emphasize her point. Unknown to her companion, the simple act of showing interest (albeit jokingly) made Melantha's stomach perform a flip-flop. Such actions were often out of her comfort zone, and she always felt naked and weird doing so. Even so, her poker face was of an impressive level.


    She smirked, leaning closer with the intention of creating suspense. "I dub thee," pause for dramatic effect. "Dog." at this point, Ellie nearly lost it, and it took a substantial amount of willpower not to break out into a fit of laughter. She was the kind of person to laugh at her own jokes, and shamelessly so.
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]He hadn't really mentioned his beloved Selene was none other than an alabaster feline. A strange case of an albino clouded leopard with no trace of signature markings, only crisp white fur with the delicate scent of a cold winter morning and hints of rose water. She was a petite clouded leopard at that, considerably smaller in stature compared to the towering mass of muscle and scar tissue. He however found it attractive when his counter partner remained shorter than he, made it easier to cuddle considering his pelt was practically made as a walking luxurious pillow despite the rough appearance.


    It'd seem Kronos had been far too accustomed to rogue life where it was expected to be directly stare down your opponent at all times. He wasn't exactly attempting to cause Melantha a sense of uneasiness and so he finally managed to soften his molten gaze, wafting a sensation of amity as his smirk was attended to yet failed and only expressed mischief. It wasn't necessarily intended as such but gave off that sort of aura anyways. Had anyone Kronos knew stumbled upon him and the little scene, they would've genuinely been shocked in spite of his social skills. Normally, the masculine was a cold and distant brute, making quick work of those who found humor in disrespecting remarks although something about the cougaress just settled his soul in a way.


    His devilish grin only widened at her next assertion, "It's too late for that love, haven't seen the scars yet I suppose." He remained composed in spite of the gentle toil of insecurity regarding his beastly image, husky and enticing vocalizations rumbling from the abyss of his pulmonary cavity, vibrating exotically with a charming brawn. Kronos then aimed to tilt his cranium lightly, as to give her a clear view of what was left of his right ear. "Bloodiest goddamn place to tear at.", the male continued in reference to his torn ear lobe, recalling the horde of gushing blood on the dim nautical day he lost it. "Hit me and I won't go easy on you Ellie, I'd tatter that little button nose of yours." Kronos boasted facetiously and snapped his powerful jaw teasingly near her facial features.


    The obsidian dire wolf couldn't quite read her visage and yet he was surprised to see her lean towards his audits.


    "Dog."


    Keep in mind Kronos wasn't one to find humor easily. At the very moment however he couldn't help but simply burst into laughter, a low growl emitting from his maw. "If that's how you want to play it Ellie, then what should I call you. Let's see there's kitty-cat. I quite like the sound of that. Rolls so easily off the tongue doesn't it, kitty." He had always been a playful male beneath the coarse outer shell and he was only beginning to warm up. "But tell me kitty-cat, who is Melantha. I wish to know more about her. As a matter of fact I demand it." In all honesty he meant it in the best way possible, he wasn't merely curious to who she truly was but it was far more complex than that.


    "I cross my heart and hope to die I won't tell anyone." He was now hovering over her ear teasingly, warm minty breath surely rebounding from her ear in the process. "Or I think that's how it works, correct?" The beastly predator now gently nudged the elegant wildcat, amber orbs boring into her own with a brightness to them.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]"On the bright side, there's one less pesky ear for people to hang on to." squared shoulders rose and fell in perfect unison, paired with a sunny smile that alluded to a dash of humor.


    Funny, the last stranger the wandering wildcat came across (a hunk in his own respects) possessed insecurities about the many scars decorating his broad physique. Coincidence? The other option could be that, for some reason, males tended to be a bit more self-conscious when it came to their permanent battle marks. Born and raised in a rugged, ferocious environment, Miss Faber grew up with an admiration for those with the most scars. It showed prowess and tenacity and ferocity. Her birth body, a slender caracat painted with splashes of milky white, displayed many a faded memory of a wound; but the mountain lioness skin she currently wore only a faint white line over her lip and along her muzzle a ways. Mel did not brawl as much as she used to, instead more wrapped up in running a clan than actually testing her skills.


    In response to Dog's jaws snapping beat her narrow facial features, the entirety of the sandy golden expanse took on a darker tint. It became shadowed with an almost devilish aura as a wicked grin spread across dark lips. "And I do not play fair." she countered without pause, arching her eyebrows in mock challenge. Her words rang true, however, as there was no fooling herself that she could take on a creature as large s he all on her own. Melantha was barely as tall as his shoulder!


    Kitty-cat. The moment the words tumbled from the dire wolf's lips, her narrow skull tilted back and her maw opened wide like a drawbridge as she released a guttural, hearty laugh that rang like church bells. Touché. "Well, I was considering renaming you Titan, but Dog is more fun." Titan would have gone along with the God theme, although Titans were different from gods, but that was no real matter. She smirked, head shaking slightly at the continued use of "Kitty".


    Warm, pleasantly scented breath tickled the sensitive hairs lining black-tipped ears and sent a wave of odd tingles cascading down her spine, all the way to her lower back. The close proximity of the ruggedly handsome he-wolf finally made the charming poker face of Melantha crack. The desert-born feline shrunk away, just a smidgen, but enough to hint at the overwhelming shyness that currently acted as autopilot. For just a fraction of a second, the confident female seemed as small as she was compared to Kronos. Her body was hit with embarrassment, the only small mercy being the thick pelt keeping the rosy hue from view of the naked eye. "What do you wish to know?" Kitty replied, recovering with ease.


    Her gaze flickered about, meant to emphasize the dramatized thought she was currently putting into an answer to his question. "I suppose I'll begin with the basics," meadows of green met molten lava once more as Melatha's gaze returned to her newfound friend's rather intimidating features. "I'm the deputy of Bloodclan, I consider myself a connoisseur when it comes to red wine, I dislike being in water, and I harbor a secret passion for cheesy romance novels despite my terrible ability to read written languages."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]haha, that's alright! you little rebel
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]/i try sorry for late ass reply anyway! they're so cute though i'm dead


    It was most obvious that the massive ancient beast had more than a good quantity of combats. The thick and gruesome scars that littered his vessel were forever to flaw his stygian tinted fur, a constant reminder of his past battles. During times of war he upheld the defects with swelling pride seeing as most simply cowered away at there mere sight of the intimidating brute. He'd also taken notice how quite a few of females tended to admire such permanent scars - including Selene who'd been the only one to make him feel confident about them outside of conflict - but he didn't have much need to impress others when he had who he believed to be his one and only.


    "I suppose that's one way to look at it." He mumbled beneath a defeated sigh, flicking his ear once again. It didn't effect his hearing really but it only disturbed his benevolent atmosphere. It didn't even cause much pain when torn from his skull, but the blood made it about ten times more difficult to focus on his opponent when gallons of crimson liquid was trickling down his optics and maw. Either way Kronos was a stubborn wolf and ended up breaking his foes limb in the process and ultimately taking the victory. Good times.


    "And I do not play fair."


    Kronos instantly took her phrase as a challenge, prepping himself to possibly playfully engage in a jesting duel but he wasn't quite sure how'd Melantha take to his approach. Selene always enjoyed the vivacious brawls with the male, who of course would go easy on her, but he'd have to remind himself that she was gone no matter how much ache would pang in his heart. "Hmm... Titan. I like the sound of that even better. Perhaps in public view you'll be Ellie but between just us, you're strictly only to be named kitty-cat by me." The ebony lupine cooed teasingly, admiring her ethereal laugh for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment.


    He had also been quick to spot the slight distance she created as he nudged her, taking it as a sign she wasn't exactly okay with his contact. Whether he was correct or not, he'd already taken it as such and simply returned to his formed position to widen the gap. Kronos however remained composed and attempted to ignore the brief wave of heat pouring from her frame. He couldn't quite tell if it was embarrassment, anger or whatever. Females were complicated to the male no matter how easy it was to pick one up if he wished it.


    "Whatever you want to tell me kit-kat." Three. Three nicknames in total now and he didn't seem to be coming to a halt any time soon. He made sure to keep his smoldering gaze upon the femme under all circumstances, seeing as he was taught by a few elders back in his clan days to always hold eye contact as a sign of respect, interest and caring. He'd just begun to actually appreciate her presence, a meek smile slowly beginning to take it's place on his formed lips while watching her divulge a bit about herself. "A deputy huh? Well Miss Ellie, I'm at your service." Kronos attempted to joke before continuing, "You're a doll. Cheesy romances you say? I would have never thought. Wine? Well aren't you an elegant little cougar." Charming vocals rumbled softly, taking in her silhouette through a new light. The sun was already beginning to sink beneath the horizon line due to winter climate. Had he really been that long simply talking with a complete stranger?


    "This Bloodclan, they must need you.." Kronos began, lightly interrupted by a slight waver in his voice. He knew she must have duties and deserved the position she had, no matter if he wanted her to stay. "It's also getting dark and your short, but nonetheless beautiful fur is not all that equipped for snow, is it."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]For as long as the desert-born huntress could remember, her natural looks have never earned her much in terms of the attention of others. As a domestic feline, perhaps only the icy chill given off by her glacier blue eyes was the only significant thing about it.


    The cougar form she currently inhabited was much more modest than her original, bi-colored body. A darkly tinted shade of tawny brown, and highlighted with hues of gold and copper, her short pelt closely resembled that of a wheat field. A lithe, sloping body structure average, with the exception of a fractionally smaller stance than what most female Cougars would sport. Her eyes, sickly green pools of what resembled rotting squash with an inner ring of dandelion yellow. Pretty, but not what would often earn the lady suitors lining up at her door. The most attractive thing about her was perhaps the fact that she seemed to radiate an aura of authority and elegance and regality. One could not know a single thing about Melantha and still receive the sense that she is someone to be respected.


    Kitty-cat. A nickname that somehow came off as slightly offensive but in the way that one could not help but laugh at it. Similar to the title of Dog. Oh the irony of both aliases encouraged a musical chuckle to bubble from within her strong chest in response to the idle thought. "Whatever tickles your pickle, pup." The innuendo was conveyed nonchalantly, without even the faintest of smirks to undermine the impeccable poker face the graceful predator currently displayed upon simple features.


    "You see, Dog, perpetually single women tend to attain certain skills and interests in order to entertain themselves. I like to consider myself a classy lady; therefore I entertain myself with classy activities. There's nothing more refined than sobbing over a chick flick at two in the morning as you consume copious amounts of wine." the jest upon herself was, more or less, an exaggeration upon true events. Melantha really did do such things, but at a much smaller scale. The keen huntress did not miss the casual flattery, and for a moment, a tiny, shy smile flickered across her ebony lips.


    "And you? Do I get to know something about you besides tall, dark, and handsome?" again, her flirtatious response oh notated a nervous flutter within her abdomen. Melantha felt awkward in doing so, as her socialization was usually limited to the illustrious 'name and business?'.


    A hollow, disappointed feeling overtook her at Kronos's next words. Was he trying to get rid of her? She hoped not, as she really did enjoy spending time with her newest companion. Although there was more flattery laced in with the asking of her duties back home, the dread was not defeated. Mel did not wish to leave quite yet. The North American wildcat played it off with a playful roll of her eyes and a warm smile. "I'm sure they do, but I'm on vacation," she replied with a wave of her paw, dismissing his concerns. Melantha scoffed at his mention of the dark, and the cold. "Please, I'm nocturnal. Besides, I went through my emo faze, so I think I can withstand a bit of gloom and chill. You cannot get rid of me so easily, Titan."


    i am now dead as well. they've murderer us
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]Kronos never paid much mind to his outer appearance. Even as an adolescent he was far more interested in adapting to the latest weaponry rather than whether his pelt was groomed and tidy. Before his battle scars, he'd still radiate an atmosphere of power and ferocity, whether it was because of the rippling muscular build tightly packed beneath his midnight coat or his smoldering lava pits that still seemed cold in spite of the amber hue.


    The dire wolf was also highly oblivious to the delicate feelings of femme's during his younger years. He hadn't known his visage was considered handsomely sturdy and was rather blunt once other females attempted to approach him with intentions of flirtation. Rather than returning the dalliance, he'd simply blow the whole conversation off with a typical "that's great." or a "wow really, you think I'm cute? Uh well, I have to get going, my weapons are probably done being cleaned." Thus it came as no surprise when Selene had been known to be his only lover. She'd been the only one to break through his barricades, even if it meant getting a bit bruised up along the way by the male himself and his habit to push others away.


    It seemed true, to be that you learned something new everyday. He was beginning to get a very minimal taste of the mind of a woman. Or in Ellie's case, a goddess as he dubbed her. "How attractive." He chuckled amidst a rising snicker. Selene use to love chick-flicks.. His mind began to taunt the male bitterly, forcing an image of his past amour. "She's gone." He growled lowly, almost inaudible without noticing he'd echoed his thoughts aloud. For two years he couldn't rip her vision from his head no matter how hard he would endeavor. But suddenly, her glacial orbs were nothing but voids as he couldn't recall the exact tint, and she seemed to dissipate along with the rest of his thoughts surrounding her. Had he finally achieved his goal to aid her soul in moving on from this wretched side and onto the netherworld?


    "Sorry, I was just thinking of someone." Kronos added briefly after his small outburst, returning swiftly to his stoic and composed state. He debated whether to impart such personal memoirs of someone so beloved to him. He'd only just met Melantha and yet he considered telling the beauty of who he believed to be his true love. The oracle in his former alliance always spoke to him about Selene, on how she was not his pure dearest but he'd always ended up scorning the all-knowing in fear of allowing the thoughts to taint his icon of her.


    Her request to know further about him slightly threw off the male, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts. About himself? This was a concept unfamiliar to the masculine as he was never one to reveal much about himself or his personal life. But it only seemed fair considering she'd done the same. Kronos had also clung to the small coy remark, a devious smirk then making its home upon his dark features. "Tall, dark and handsome is all there is to me, kitty-cat. I'm a rogue as you can see, have been for four years now. I would consider combat and weaponry my hobbies, but none of that powers bullcrap. I've only ever had one love so that would consider me unclaimed and will probably remain that way for my immortal life. Oh yeah, I'm a demon-vampire hybrid." The basic stereotypical view of a vampire always seemed to be a bloodsucking, uncontrollable killer and so he'd play along those lines; aiming to near her thorax within a few strides and having his massive canines emerged. "Your blood must be bitter sweet with all that wine."


    "I'm sure they do, but I'm on vacation,"


    He couldn't evoke the last instance in which such words made him happier albeit his countenance remained serene. The winter winds however gave no care for his moment of joy as it suddenly began to howl with a vengeance. Frost lingered gently throughout his ebony pelt, chilling his moderate warm temperature within his heavily scarred body. A mild smile managed to escape his repressed bliss of her presence remaining despite of the horrid temperature drop. "I was never trying to get rid of my darling kitty. But since you so rudely declined my precious invite to a hunt, then at least accept me taking you to a shelter, a cave near by. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can also head off so you can rest alone. That is if you'd like to. His ramblings were nothing more than a small tug of instinct to get her to some place warmer, as it was a trait of his he could never shake. He thought her beautifully elegant and all but he'd never think to lay a paw upon her. "Then again wicked things roam at night my Ellie, and you should consider a handsomely rugged wolf to protect you." Kronos joked yet again and attempted to strike a dignified pose undeterred by his thick fur whipping about wildly.


    /[s]rip why do i get so much muse with him here but then it's like two paragraphs outside ;0
    thEY NEED A SEPARATE HUMAN AU THREAD THOUGH


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]The Melantha of old possessed a similar persona to young Kronos; blunt and insensitive with a knack for pushing people away. The biggest difference, however, was that Melantha did it on purpose. So great was her fear of abandonment and betrayal that she made sure that no one could get close enough to do that to her. Evidently, such actions did little to help as the poor girl's heart had been broken in two, thrown on the ground and stomped on until it became a two-dimensional figure. Only recently did the girl say 'f*ck it' and started living her life the way she should have years ago.


    Pearly white canines were revealed when black lips drew back in a smile, the petite female preparing to release a witty remark. It was aborted, though, as the sudden somber aura surrounding the handsome male and the utterance of 'she's gone'. The words were so soft and delicate and laced with something like grief that it gave the cougaress a pause. Her expression softened, becoming understanding. She did not ask after the mysterious 'she.' She did not pry. All that was said in response was, "No worries. Everyone has that person." Maker knows that her mind always wandered back to the husband that could have been.


    Against her will, a bubbling laugh slipped past her defenses. Wow. "Oh, so you're a magical dog? And you don't age? Maker, I'm already getting grey hairs." from elevated levels of stress, no doubt. The jovial creases decorating her simple features made it clear that his response amused her. And for the second time in two minutes, Kronos silenced her. The silence that enveloped her in response to his teeth at her throat was not awkward in the least, just... subdued. Her heart leaped into her throat, and her muscles froze. Yet she somehow managed to utter, "I promise I'm a lot sweeter than I seem." Melantha was positive the dire wolf could her heart thudding in a rhythmic tempo, rattling her bones. The close vicinity of him definitely made her lose her cool.


    Thankfully, he continued on. Melantha shifted away from him, reinstating a comfortable distance between them. "That would be wonderful." she replied with a grateful smile. "There's no need to leave. If you wished to hurt me, you would have done it a while ago." she rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips. "My prince." she commented sarcastically, placing a paw on her chest and fluttering her eyelashes so to emphasize the dramatic emotion she was attempting to convey.


    "It is cold, though. So let's get a move on."


    //dude, I feel you. I have so much muse for them it's crazy. Do you want me to make the au thread?
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    / my mum found out earlier that my grandma is pretty sick that could possibly be cancer but we won't know until we take her to the hospital so i'm going to be withoutt my laptop for a while and will be stuck on my shitty ass phone until then. i'll try to reply but they''ll probably be short and with errors ;u; also it would be great if u could make the au :'^))

    [align=center][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=26pt]Melantha E. Faber ✝✝[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:4px; margin-top:-14px][color=black][font=georgia]cougar - 5 years old - jacky x cataclysm[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][font=georgia]no worries! and I hope your granny turns out alright :/


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    i definitely think kronos is lowkey & slightly highkey falling for melantha?? he's like confused but is actually denying it lol


    anyway, i get really bad signal here sorry again uvu