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It isn't enough to start a riot, distort the light beam until I like me

Doll’s jaws slid apart, ivory teeth glinting in the first morning light as her lithe, slender bodice picked along the edge of the water. Her talons were sharp, the curved claws biting into the wet soil and leaving the barest hint of pawprints in the muck. For the first time in years she could smell him, she could taste him, like the gnarled scar she was always biting open on her hind right hock, he was here, close, sitting perched on the back of her tongue like the dense taste of dirt and the over abundance of wildflowers. Emotions roiled through her blood like a venomous serpent, coiling and constricting her organs with cruel and malicious strikes. How long… how long had she hungered and hunted and waited? Her tail flickered, a twitching pendulum between sleek thighs. He was here, he was everywhere, all around her, squelched between her toes and whipping through her fur with every errant breeze. Nothing overwhelmed her anymore, nothing surprised her, nothing rattled her. Riddled with scars, she was hard used in every conceivable way and yet she was still overwhelmed by him.

A dried stain of grass, the obvious scent of urine and she dropped her muzzle, sniffing the mark delicately to absorb the scent into her bloodstream. She’d been relatively sure before but she was positive now. She had him, he was here, her quarry wasn’t far and she would be upon him sharply. In a near violent maneuver she launched into a heavy sprint, limbs pumping in a powerful rhythm that carried her with mechanical speed. She was trained, she was broken upon the wheel of her mothers desire to see her rise above the commonality of wolves and of all the assignments, all the hunts she’d embarked upon, she would not fail this one. A flash of ivory, a ghost, a fragment of memory flitted between the trees and she swung wide, being cautious to stay downwind as she flanked his right side, twisted between the underbrush and lunged. Her jaws splayed, wicked and divine in an attempt to find purchase on that supple shoulder while her forelimbs sought to ensnare him not with violence but an embrace, a stark contrast to the aimed bite that wanted blood, but it had been years and the only way to affirm he was no illusion was to taste.

Blood never lied.





"When I'm dreaming tonight I can do anything, I can be anyone so don't wake me up."

He'd been here once before.

Upon returning he couldn't help but appreciate the natural beauty of the land. A soft inhale, the mist absorbing slowly into his corroded lungs. Since he'd been exploring the place, he had yet to truly find a reason to settle down. Sure he had a rather maginficent night with the beast of purple and smoke. But then they had parted ways, and he wasn't sure just how indifferent he should allow himself to feel. At any rate, loneliness was a background melody he long since accepted.

As he continued his slow and arduous trek towards nowhere, something in the atmosphere felt different. the exact words were intangible to express, but he felt a slow shiver run down his spine as he paused amongst the undergrowth. Just as he was about to move on however, a rather startling event dare errupt upon the universe. A small earthen colored female appeared from seemingly nowhere, colliding greatly with his personal space. He let out a snarl and twisted around to face his assulter, only to be slapped in the face with a scent he'd long given up on finding again. But even after all this time, she was exactly as he remembered. Exactly as he missed.

Stumbling back with shock, he flung his ears tight back upon his skull. Feeling a strange sort of weakness flow over. "Doll?" a strained little whisper, but there was no denying it now. She was here. She was actually fucking here. He moved closer now, a sharp and terrible sort of beat inside his chest. " I can't believe this" his tail now racheting up to a thousand wags for minute as he pranced giddily around her. " Sister dearest, oh how I missed you.." a sudden vulnerability, he prayed this wasn't a mirage. After everything, she might be by his side again. A thousand questions running rampant, but not wanting to overwhelm her he gave them both a second to breath. The mist once more curling it's tendrils over the day.










"Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam,"

art & code by enie

It isn't enough to start a riot, distort the light beam until I like me

Quick. Fast. Satchel was no stranger to the heavy pounding of an assault, nor would Doll expect any less. Her claws sunk into his fur as he violently wretched himself backward but barely brushed his flesh while her teeth only grazed his skin, agitating the most shallow of capillaries and only offering her tongue the rawest ghost of his taste. It was enough. Her momentum was powerful though and as her forelimbs touched back down upon the Earth, her talons tore into the grass as she skidded half a foot before coming to a halt. Her hackles ruffled, her fur still standing on end and her glistening ivories still gleamed with saliva as amber eyes bore into the ivory male she was still halfway keen on assaulting… though not out of anger but rather a desire to be closer. If she could tear into his flesh and rip the hole wide enough, she might crawl between the sinew and gore to burrow amongst his lungs. She could coil around his heart and make her home in a place where she might never be lonely again. Her jaws slid apart and she breathed with her mouth to taste his scent upon her tongue like a lead weight. Doll shuddered.

He spoke her name and like a trigger, the damsel shuddered violently, the sound of his voice breaching the drums of her ears and saturating straight into her bones. Again. She wanted to hear it again. Her front half dipped slightly, forelimbs stretching out as her claws raked the soil in silent pleasure. “Satchel.” She echoed obediently, her voice much raspier than perhaps he was used too but Doll didn’t talk very often largely because there was no one worth talking to if they didn’t have information about him. “She stole me when she learned of you.” Her explanation was simplistic and vague but he would understand. They had a bond he and her. “I let her train me and then I killed her.” Doll purred, eyes flashing as he tail began to wag and he began to prance. Instinct told her to reach out and snap, to stop his circling with the violent clamp of her jaw but memory dictated she hold her teeth back. This was Satchel. Her friend. Her heart. Her brother.

“I never stopped hunting you.” The words were aggressive but the fierce underscore of loyalty and familiarity that glowed in her harsh amber eyes was unmistakable. “I would have scoured the earth thrice over until I found you or my body simply failed me.” She spoke the words plainly, a simple fact because that’s what it was and as she paced forward, she gave him the one courtesy she would never offer anyone else, the vulnerability of her throat.






"When I'm dreaming tonight I can do anything, I can be anyone so don't wake me up."

How to explain that he wanted this

A soft inhale, if only if only. How was he possibly supposed to explain himself? Wrapping himself sharp around her, a slow and steady retort of his foul system. Yet, she was worth it. A soft shudder, conclusion she was real after all. Not a damn ghost come to haunt him. Only after such things, dare he take a step back .

If pride were a possibility, felt it now. Drawing himself up, a rare sort of softness upon his hazard gaze of Orange. "I'm glad you found me." he was uncertain of what else to offer, however he cast a sharp stare towards the sudden stench of a hare. A simple wink, his defenses drawn down as far as I could go. Awaiting her response.

Okay so part of him didn't know how to deal with this.

That didn't mean he didn't want her around. And so as much as he could, he attempted to wave his tail. This is still so much shock to him. Almost a decade had it been since he last seen her. Still that loving sense of feeling never left. A soft wink, and the rest was up tomorrow.

They shared a mother.

A challenge of a beast. It was a good thing he cared little about such things. Honestly, just to see his sister's face again... After so long of keeping them apart. He offered up another attempt to smiling. Nothing felt quite as home is this. And he doubted it would ever, again .









"Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam,"

art & code by enie

It isn't enough to start a riot, distort the light beam until I like me

Satchel tightened the noose, his fur dusting against her own and twining their scents and Doll’s jaws slid open, a flash of ivory and the lull of a sharp pink tongue. Violence echoed in deep amber eyes but it was a part of her, ingrained in her subconscious like nothing else but she contained it, controlled it, leashed it like a whore to a handler and swallowed the itch to bite and brand and mark. Maybe she shouldn’t feel so possessive towards her brother, maybe Doll didn’t give a shit. She lifted her tail, twisting it around Satchel’s neck and clicked her teeth together at him. “Someone had too.” Her grin was sardonic but her eyes were intense, powerful, analyzing. Doll noticed every difference, every new scar because she cherished him in her memory like she’d seen him yesterday.

She watched his attention flicker, fading to other things around him and still, he was almost immediately drawn back to her every time. His burnt orange eyes drank her in the same way her obsession filled intensity threatened to swallow Satchel whole. Doll was a creature of veils, stripped of a personality and genuine growth by a mother who wanted a perfect spy for a daughter. If she had no base personality she could become anything but the whore never realized Doll would choose what to become and she chose to become a spider, ruthless in her design and brutal in her reprimand. Her fangs had sunk into her mother’s fragile jugular before she’d even realized what had transpired and like a black widow, she’d watched her poison corrode the flesh as her body convulsed and the ground ran red with life. Doll had eaten the heart of her, carrying it with her, taking the one thing she’d never bothered to use. A pity she didn’t have the rotten, corroded thing to offer her brother.

“Why have you ventured so far brother mine? What dream has led you here?” Doll boldly stepped forward, intruding within his personal space once more. Her tail flickered, dusting back and forth between her thighs as warm contentment swirled in the cage of her ribs like a lazy sparrow before she extended her neck, muzzle crinkling as her teeth nipped at his cheek, tugging just so on the soft fur she found there and shuddering softly at the familiarity of the potent scent. Home. After years she was finally home.



"When I'm dreaming tonight I can do anything, I can be anyone so don't wake me up."