SMOKE, FIRE, IT'S ALL GOING UP — open

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    /this is right after the bonfire event with sunclan (:

    heart beats just within the skin of her chest, palms sweaty and frantic thoughts heavily laden with fear and anger, stretching her mind and forcing shaking legs forward. scents of sunshine and joyous times waft into cracked nostrils but reflections of the evening's earlier escapades don't tint memories with joy. the coils of tension clung to her the entire time, left jaws clamped in hideous silence and teeth gnashing stale conversation. the evening has fallen away, leaving only the cold night and her horrible thoughts and when she strides into the clearing, harsh red orbs glint with a devil's intuition. she sees her then, right where she expects her to be, and that rage magnifies, cheeks flushing a horrid shade of crimson. pain kisses aching wounds and words tumble from foaming mouth, "what the fuck did you think you were doin'?" hisses fire and bone, the beast prowling toward a bad-mouthed angel, ears angled into her skull and angry gaze stretched wide with ugly snarls and sparking eyes.

    what the fuck did you think you were doing?


    the tart filled words rang in the she wolf's ears, as they immediately flattned against the side of a skull. the girl bit the inside of her cheek, letting out a frost bitten breath, before turning and facing the gal. anger seemed to seem in her gaze, as her eyes narrowed, his flesh tongue drawing itself across the slender muzzle that belonged to jade. she was hesitant to even say anything, as she thought they perhaps they were done fighting, but chicago continued to hassle her, even after she walked away.


    "i think i should ask you the same thing, about that lovely night you had with your prince charmin'."


    the bitter words caused jade to even clench her own jaw together. the bitch figured she was over it. guess not. her claws gripped the ground as her tail hung, twitching at every breath that jade had inhaled.


    "i was telling the truth. you can trust me to tell the truth, even though i cant trust your cheating ass. don't ya think everyone should know how much you hurt me?"

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    her gaze is searching, staring into a face she's slept next to for these past few months. what she is looking for, she doesn't know, but what she sees is something she doesn't want. stomach heaves, teeth grit, jade spits poison. chicagocrimes wants to cry. scream. throw up. but her lowly growl is all that's manageable, "you fuckin' know enough." her prince charming's identity is kept under lock and key, her lips sealed around his name to protect him from her girlfriends violent tendencies and running mouth. she won't budge on his protection, not then, not now.


    her legs damn near buckle, eyes lose their spark momentarily, and she wants to break eye-contact when shame pulses, floods over-worked senses. she wants to crumble again. melt down totally, completely, at all the blatant disgust, the pain, the anger rolling off her lost lover's tongue. she feels helpless. it scares her, and that angers her. brows pinch, fangs poke from snarled lips, "get yer head out of yer god damn ass, jade. what ya did t'day was fuckin' uncalled for and unnecessary. nobody needed ta know bout us and our problems, yer jus- yer just fuckin' stirring the dramapot."