~The World Will Burn~ (Celia)

It was a lazy day, the sun was out, beaming warm rays down on the ruins, splashing it with colour. Nemesis kept his position, he was comfortable and in no mood for being disturbed. He cast his memory back to the black days, the slaughter, the pulsing feel for blood that surged through his veins like adrenaline, the sacrifice he made, cutting himself off from everything he was raised to know. Many wolves, from all packs, told their naughty pups the story of "The Red Eyed Shadow" to get them to behave. To most of the wolves who knew this story, it was only a myth, a legend, but only to those who hadn't seen him in the flesh.

He stiffled a yawn and opened his eyes again. His fur prickled, ears pinned back and eyes narrowed as a young female made her way through the terrain, she seemed relaxed, maybe this was her escape time too. The closer she moved towards his lookout, the higher the blood lust was spiking, he had come here to get away from his pointless murder, and yet her was a female, obviously minding her own business, but asking for trouble. He ground his claws into the solid stone beneath his paws in a bid to hold him back, his whole body quivered, he didn't know how long he could hold back.

Maybe if she had just carried on walking by, not even noticed him, he would have managed. There she was, the sun dancing off her russet fur, staring him point blank in the eyes, almost willing him to try it. He ignored her and, pretending like he didn't even notice her, turned his head to look at the trees nearby. Of course he was still listening to see if she would get lost, but no, the deep threatening growl bit at his ears. He sprung from his lookout to the ground, his red eyes burning, his head lowered and his hackles raised. He glared at the female, seeing red, a vicious snarl erupted from his chest "Stay away from me!" he managed to spit her a warning. He backed away, he had come to escape the brutal killings he so very much loved, and here was a female asking for it, not here, not now, the black male forced himself to turn and walk away. No point in running, the female could think what she liked about him, no doubt a coward, but he didn't care, he just needed to get away from her. If she was stupid and decided to jump him, he only hoped he would have the strength to keep himself from the worst. He carried on walking, his head down, ears back, eyes set dead ahead, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't care, he just wanted to get away from her.

Now normally one of his warning's doesn't need saying twice, most of the time he doesn't get as far as his first warning before the other wolf scarpers quicker than a zap of lightning. This female, as pretty as she was, was pushing her luck with him, even she knew it, she was testing him, finding his snapping point. And here she was, telling him she had followed in his paw steps, oh that was so wrong, so wrong, just the thought made him mad. "Killing is fun?" his eyes narrow at her and he moves so he is looking down on her, "Tell me, Earth Warrior, is killing fun when you take the lives of a whole pack? Is killing fun watching slaughter unfold in front of your own eyes? Is killing fun when its not just males protecting, but innocent females and helpless young? Is killing fun when you are unable to control the rage that burns through your every vein like poison?" his voice had started quiet, but as he went on, it developed into a threatening snarl through his jaws.

His lips quivered as he struggled to keep the surge from exploding, he was here to escape, not to kill, yet she was almost egging him on, daring him to do it. He froze on the spot as her velvety soft tongue touched his cheek, her tail dancing under his chin. Touch, a very important sense, and hers left his every nerve ending tingling, his muscles flexed in a reflexive action, every part of his body was telling him how wrong this felt. Nemesis hated to be touched, he found his control suddenly slipping away and a deep, menacing growl erupted from his chest.

In a swift movement he had knocked the female to the ground harshly, and backed himself right up against a wall of a ruin, pressing himself against it as hard as he could. "Stay away from me! I will kill you!" he snarled her another warning, he knew she wouldn't understand, no one ever did, he would give warnings, what happened next was their own doing. He hoped she would have enough sense to see, if she had heard stories, why hadn't she been running for the hills, all the stories used to scare pups were true. Nemesis was an out of control cold blooded killer.

Oh he knew what was coming, it was easy to see, that pure fire burning in the femme's eyes. He screwed his eyes shut as the first pound came across his nose, he was not frightened, just merely trying to prevent himself from killing her. His whole body shook violently, he drove his claws into the dirt, willing her to just leave. He opened his eyes again, locking his gaze with hers, his red eyes smoldering with shear rage. "Don't touch you!" he spat with disgust, "I'm sorry but you brought that on yourself, perhaps you should take your own advice" he snarled through his teeth, still managing to hold back. "Don't ever be nice to me, its a complete waste of your time, i'm never to be trusted" his body continues to tremor uncontrollably with the anger building. "As for your third point, i'm the type of male who doesn't want to settle down, i wouldn't want to put anyone that close to me in danger, hence i prefer a life of solitude".

What was with her, first wolf to come across in miles, practically egging him on to start a fight, jeez, her persistence was really starting to rattle him. He knew she wouldn't understand, he knew that she would think he was trying to be dominant, fact was this uncontrollable rage that kept building was the trigger, his blood could boil only so high before he would set about a massacre beyond his physical control. No one ever took the time to try to understand him, no one ever seemed brave enough to take this brute under their paw, show him that they're not afraid, but also to respect his issues and to try to keep him calm, to reason with him. A low grumble escaped his parted jaws as he struggled on, trying to rein himself in, his blood red eyes all the while glaring at the female.

"Its better that you don't know me, i have killed before and i will kill again, it's just in me, burning away at a fuse, its just a matter of time" he dropped his head momentarily, he ground his teeth together and all his muscles tensed as he fought to suppress his blood lust. As he looked up at her again, she delivered another pounding blow to the side of his face, in a split second, his hackles were raised, his fur standing on end, his lips curled up, baring his blood stained fangs and a deep, menacing growl emitting from his chest. His eyes narrowed at her, "I... don't... disrespect... you... i... just... cant... help... who i am" the words were out in a stutter, he dropped his head again, whole body violently shaking as he struggled on.

Her sudden change in approach to him caught him off guard, his body relaxed slightly. Females were so confusing with their mood swings or sudden change in direction, Nem knew his mood swings were bad, but they only flicked between anger and depression, females seemed to be all over the place. He eyed her warily, his anger was subsiding slowly now, but the blood lust, oh that sweet metallic crimson liquid, he could imagine it dripping from his maw, he licked his lips automatically, damn he wanted her blood so much. He tried to stay focused, listen to what she was saying, "you couldn't stop me even if you wanted to, the blood lust and anger is a vicious circle" his voice was deep, but there was no growl to accompany it this time.

She only wanted to help him, crikey this young female was in over her head, she could only go by stories, she didn't actually know what he was capable of. How could she help him? How could she take the blood lust away? And she was sorry, what for? He was the one with the uncontrollable killing issue, she was the one who needed help for even contemplating helping him. He grew tense again as she moved towards him slowly, her glowing eyes never leaving his, what was her game?

He felt her head touch his neck, he felt the whisper tickle his ear, he felt the nuzzle and he felt the growl rising through his chest. It confused him, she made a point of telling him not to touch her, he had made just a clear point about the same thing to her, yet here she was rubbing her soft face into his ashen coat. All his muscles tightened, he became rigid, completely stiff, he shut his eyes as not to look at her, wishing the thought of ripping her limbs from her body would cease from his mind. The only movement from the male was the obvious vibration in his chest as a deep grumble pushed its way out of his lungs. "You cant help me" his voice only a whisper too now, and then tension hung around in the air like a bad smell, they both new this was the truth.

He watched her warily, she was good at pushing boundaries and Nemesis didnt like it one bit. He relaxed a little when she backed away from him, seeming to give in and admit defeat, he had hoped by now that she had worked out that he was a male that could never be won over, he was doomed to a life of solitude, no friends, no family, no lover. Loneliness and never ending silence were Nem's true friends, and he forever treasured them, hanging on and never letting go. The femme before him spoke softly now, her sweet melodic voice catching on the warm breeze and swirling around his ears. His eyes locked with hers as she spoke about trying to ease his suffering, to help him think about other subjects? Nem knew this was to be a long day, other subjects never crossed his mind, and if they did they always turned back to killing.

Her eyes glinted, what was that? Trickery? Passion? Envy? Nemesis for the life of him couldnt work it out, but something in the female's eyes told him that there was a sudden change to the way she thought about him. There it was, like another paw the face, lust, this female was warming to this cold hearted, closed off male, and why? Nem didnt feel the same about her on any level. Females had lusted after him before, all the ones who thought they could change him, and each had failed, perishing at his uncontrollable wrath. He told them every time, and none had listened, each claiming to be better than the last, each claiming in the same way as this female that they wanted to help. There was no help for him, no way to stop this force, the vicious beast within was always the victor, and would always be.

She changed the subject, clearly trying out her new tactic, it was clear that she was actually hungry, but it made for a good excuse. Nem hardly ate, occasionally the odd rabbit here and there, but he never felt the need for food. It intrigued him as to why she was asking if he knew where food was around here, did she have a poor smell sense? All she would have to do is stalk around for a few minute before some frightened small animal would dart from its hiding place. She spoke again, this time about the distance between them, 3 feet wasnt an awful lot, she was still within his striking zone, but he let it slide for now. He nodded his head once, answering her silently, letting her know she was ok for now. He wondered if he should say anything about food, would she ask him again or would she work it out? He remained silent, surely a female as clever as her would know how to hunt?