[LoVe] and other [dRuGs] // Sephrin

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Heavy paws pushed past the tall, golden stalks of decaying corn. Perhaps if he had been the normal tawny brown of the normal Iberian, he would have blended well, however Cyrus (ever since sliding down the slope of sanity) had become more gray and black than anything. But he didn’t care, the color change was actually quite amusing; he loved staring as he changing fur for hours at a time, as if he could actually see it shift… but lately it didn’t seem as appealing… even though the change had been much more rapid, it was oddly irksome. Was it because of his female? He refused to call her his lover, even though she was quickly becoming the only essa he desired. She was strong, beautiful, wild, power driven. From the physical, she had desired the same thing he had: a few hours of fun and then solitude… it was supposed to be a one time thing, a fling, a one night stand… but it had continued. Cyrus had coupled with Sephrin on multiple occasions. At first the brute had put it off as nothing, after all, the second time the coupled had been by chance. They had met by coincidence in the forest close to her pack lands. At the time, it seemed like a good idea--she had been a great fuck buddy last time, and it had been a while for both of them. If he had known she was a drug, maybe he wouldn’t have done it… but now it was too late… he was addicted, out of control. After that, he began seeking her out, ignoring invites from other females more frequently, and actively learning more about her. It was then that he learned her name, he knew she was power hungry and would do anything to get to the top, and so many other things he just shouldn’t know! He was obsessed, even his sideway, psychotic mind realized that. The beast shook his head furiously as he entered the barn, causing the thick metallic chain around his neck to rattle and grind together, attempting to force the thoughts form his mind. She was nothing! He wanted her to be nothing! No, he wanted her to be something… no he didn’t… he didn’t want her to be something, but he didn’t want her to be nothing… he wanted her to be something, but not the something she was right now, she should be nothing, but not nothing in a since that he wanted nothing to do with her… she should be just something enough to be nothing. It made sense, really it did. Lost in his thoughts, Cyrus didn’t realize he had stopped moving, gooseberry eyes staring a little wide eyed at the back of the barn. His head was tilted, one ear erect with the other, flopped lazily to the side, and his tail raised straight horizontally in a show of confidence. The look on his face was one of concentration, but the blank distance, the deadness in his eyes, could have said otherwise.

[Sephrin]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] SEPHRIN NIRE It had been a long, productive day for the batshit crazy female. Hunts had been made, blood had been tasted, and she was back into her old, pissy mood. However, it was a lighter version of the typically annoyed-as-fuck bitch. She was on a mission on this day. The sun burned her back as she trudged on to locate the male that she had become physically connected to... Cyrus. She growled to herself, hackles rising as she thought of him. He had done something... Messed with her mind. It had changed her into something slightly... softer than she was used to. Sephrin hated what she was becoming. But, at the same time, she knew that her body was addicted to his. They had met so many times, joining themselves to one another even for a few hours. She had taken other males, but none thrilled her anywhere near the realm of this brute. It was infuriating. How was she supposed to shove herself into the beds of males if they couldn't please her?! Sephrin shook her head, the scent coming into her nares. Her body shivered ever so slightly, then regained its typical constricted norm. "Just keep control," she kept telling herself. She had started giving in to these primitive desires before she could get words out. Their meetings were becoming more frequent, and more... to the point. She didn't know what the hell she was doing anymore. She just knew that this was a craving... a hunger that she needed to have sated. Delicate paws brought her to the enterance of the barn. The strong stench of dead grass reached her nose... But then came the strong, musky scent of something very male. Cyrus. She peeked those virile, red eyes into the barn. She spotted him, his chain glinting with the sun slanting in from holes in the degraded wood. He was a glorious male; strong legs and back, thick neck, sharp fangs. Truly a fearsome, glorious baron. A prize, if she had been searching for one. Really, she didn't know what the hell she expected to come from this. The sex was so worth it, though. Get two crazy wolves together, and you're in for one hott ride. She slipped in between the barn and a plank that had been dislodged. She was coming in from his left side, her body swaying in that sultry way it always did when she was around a male. It was especially bad around Cyrus. Her hips dipped and her tail flicked in that own special way. Her ears flattened against her head, and she let off that rage. It was almost tangible in the air. He most likely didn't even notice anymore, though, because it always came with her. Sephrin didn't say anything. It wouldn't have done any good. He had that look in his eyes. That look that said he wasn't all home just now. Instead of drawing his attention, she just skirted up and sat, about 10 feet away from him, observing him in that silent, dark way she always had.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] This was no good, no good at all. There had to be some way to get that female out of his mind. It wasn’t good to be so caught up in someone that might not even exist. The brute was clinging to the last bite of sanity he had left in realizing the fact that he was mostly insane. He knew he was losing his mind more and more every day and it was only a matter of time before he was completely gone, unaware of himself inside his made up wonderland. Cyrus stood, eyes void and pupils dilated, staring at the back of the barn; however, his mind was moving; it never stopped, never slept. Though his physical body would subconsciously do what it needed to do to stay alive, his mind was never tired, it would trap him inside while he slept. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually lain beneath the stars and allowed himself to dream. Sleep was out of his grasp now… and he was so tired. The beast was in motion; in his minds eye, he was walking. The field he moved through was alive with color and lights. The tall grass swayed silently to an unfelt breeze as lights danced and darted across the sky. It was like the aurora borealis, only these lights were not smooth and flowing in the sky, they were reckless and broken… like large, multicolored shooting stars that left glowing trails as they slithered swift and snake like across the black horizon. This world was always like this; it possessed no sun, it always appeared to be night, but the blazing brightness that made up all the creatures and objects lit up the terrain like dawn. There was rarely noise here--wind made no sound and rarely did he ever feel it’s cooling gale, but it was there, he could see the trees and grass and his own fur as it reacted to it--the only noise came from the beasts that wandered here. Speak of the devil… Cyrus’ ears pulled back (an action that also took place upon his body outside of his mind), hearing a distant cry of what he knew the be a type of deer that dwelt here. It was almost a roar, a low, bellowed sound that should come from a far larger creature… and then there was a screech, a sound somewhere between static and the ominous creek of an old door in dire need of oil. Gooseberry eyes narrowed, focusing on a tree to the side. There, sitting upon a branch and staring at him intently was a large bird… was it a crow? The luminous orange lights snaking across his body made it impossible to tell, but these black eyes, the only part of the bird that remained untouched, always seemed to stare into the depth of his soul. ”I know…” Cyrus replied to it, held by it’s eyes. It wasn’t new, the brute knew the bird well. It was his… friend… of sorts inside this world. It spoke in its static-creek voice, but the words it said seemed so clear. It squawked again I’m going to find out one day… Cyrus sighed, his eyes sliding back along the horizon. ”When will you tell him?” There was no answer, for quite awhile the two sat in silence. The low rumble of distance creatures adding music to the vivid lights and colors… the bird screeched again, it’s eyes penetrating the wolf. I have a secret. Cyrus chuckled deeply, ”A coincidence…” The crow’s head snapped away from Cyrus’ form, looking behind him and spoke again. I hear someone… Just like that, Cyrus was forced out of this world and was once again looking at the back of the barn. He blinked once, the life returning to his eyes, and glanced around without moving his head. How long had he been here? His legs were stiff and his back didn’t want to move. His head felt light and his eyes were tired; it was like waking up from a dream… but it felt almost the same when he entered the other world… what did that mean? Were they both fake? Eyes turned subconsciously to the femme that sat a ways away from him, watching him. It took a moment of recognition to set in and he shook his head. Wasn’t this the same someone who he had been to desperately trying to remove from his mind? ”Sephrin…” He greeted, ”How long have you been here?”