Shame on you (Raine and Alarice)

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A growl emitted from the alabaster colored wolf as he stalked the edges of the river, after no prey in particular, Raine was merely in a bad mood. The red vein-like markings snaking along the length of his back moved in unison with his strides and the crimson starburst that gathered around his right eye seemed brighter than usual in the newborn sunrays. The timber wolf squinted his sensitive ice blue eyes and scowled at the sun, shaking his mane and turning his back on the sun, pointedly setting his backside down with a huff and curling his tail about his crimson paws.

Suddenly a female came into view, obliviously trotting to the edge of the river a few paces from where Raine sat stock still and lapping up the water eagerly. Soon she turned her attention on a rabbit sitting idly in the longer grasses by the river’s edge. //This is going to be interesting.// Raine thought and his gaze followed her movements. She seemed caught up with the rabbit and remained oblivious to Raine’s presence. A mischievous smile dawned upon his ebonite kissers and a sudden bark issued forth from his maw, instantly sending the rabbit running away. A growl followed from the female and Raine lifted himself up off the ground and came to a standstill close to her, tilting his head just so that he looked both regal and malicious at the same time. No words came though and he merely nodded his head in greeting to the ivory wolfess.

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A growl was the only audible sound that came from the female and Raine smirked at her, eyes icy cold and ears perked with entertainment. She seemed at the least entertained and yet intrigued with his unusual markings. She gazed for only a moment though before becoming bored with his appearance. She merely shrugged her lupine shoulders, not saying a word she turned her back on him and walked away. //How foolish, m’dear.// Raine thought and a devilish smirk replaced his facial expression. He could have ripped into her skin right that very moment because of her insolence to turn her back on him, but Raine restrained from the pleasurable idea and merely watched as she lapped up water. Setting his behind down, he gazed at her with those icy blue orbs, nothingness clear within his gaze. She was certainly a weird one and her ego seemed to walk beside her.

A sudden whine shook him form his thoughts and his head cocked in confusion. What was the matter with her now? She turned and watched Raine almost as if she was looking at some piece of meat and Raine lifted his powerful head higher, letting his ears fall somewhat his lips began to twitch. She responded in a poisoned voice,

“You going to stand there and daydream about all the things you could do to piss me off? Or introduce yourself mutt?”

Raine got up from his sitting position and merely shook out his dirty white coat, causing the vein-like markings to tremor with the movement he pointedly turned around and started to walk. He knew wolves like her, he knew her ego would keep her from letting him get away and so he merely glanced over his shoulder, sure to not let his back be exposed he kept walking…

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Raine stopped dead in his tracks as the female jumped in front of him, effectively blocking his path. Yet another deep rumble echoed from her chest and Raine stared dully into her facial features, his own mask seemingly un-amused by her mock display at brutality. Her voice resounded in a strength that told clearly of her high esteem towards herself and Raine knew instantly that he was dealing with an egotistical girl, which he’d have to put in her place soon,

“When asked a question you answer mutt. Now answer me or this will turn ugly.”

In an instant Raine’s pleasurable disposition changed to a powerful irritation. He rose his head higher, icy blue orbs taking on a raging fire, shoulders lifting to their full height and potential, the shackles in the brim of his neck bristling as the fur on the ridge of his back rose, indicating the anger that flowed like a poison through him now. Still she chose to challenge him as her ivories were put on display. As if it weren’t enough she started to circle him as if he were her prey. Hatred was clear in her own icy blue eyes and now Raine lifted his tail to be at the same height as his spine. His entire body language spoke of a regretful outcome if the female continued on in her disrespectful ways. She spoke yet again,

“I am Alarice, Huntress of the Hell pack. I must say you are rather intriguing to look at. Yet it looks like you are of no interest to me. You haven't even spoken a word MUTT.”

The emphasis she had so obviously laid upon the word mutt sent Raine into a raging fury. An ear splitting growl echoed from his maw and he lunged at her, unexpectedly. Jaws were opened wide as he aimed to rip into any flesh he could get a hold of…

After his attack he retreated somewhat, glowering at her, giving her a second to react appropriately and gain some manners. She could either start acting like a real Hell wolf or she could decide to fight him. Either way Raine’s fur bristled with the possibility of both outcomes…

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Raine reveled in the feel of her scruff between his incisors. The metallic pang of blood soon enveloped his palette and set his senses on fire, lighting up every part of lust in his Hell bound body. He growled and groaned with pleasure as he reluctantly danced away out of her reach. A deep craving bloomed like a poisonous flower in the pit of his stomach and he hungered for more of her blood. Blood was oozing like a river from the wound he had created in the scruff of her neck and Raine lowered his head to growl at her with a feral quality, hatred flowing crimson within his eyes.

Alarice, as she had introduced herself stood up, tall and stared right back at the crimson and ivory wolf, her eyes almost daring him to continue. Uncertainty bloomed in her eyes then and Raine knew he had quite an effect on her and a sadistic smile curled upon his lips. Their gazes were locked but a sadistic entertainment was now shining within Raine’s eyes as he stalked closer to her, a soft chuckle resounding from his maw.

Suddenly though she gave a few steps back and Raine thought he had her until she lunged towards him. Raine stopped in his tracks, ripping his head out of the way just in time and she clenched her ivories on the skin on his shoulder and a sharp growl was sent her way. Pain shot through his nerves and he snapped and turned, watching as she stumbled somewhat. Instead of screaming insanities at her Raine smiled broadly, somewhat impressed and a little taken aback by her boldness.

“Now, entertain my questions brute. Who are you and why were you watching me? That's all I want to know.”

A silent threat resounded in her deeper lyrics and Raine prowled closer to her, swishing his thick tail from side to side, giving life to the vein-like markings upon his coat. Already the crimson that leaked from the tear upon his shoulder leaked into the red markings that were permanent upon his pelt, making it impossible to discern what was blood and what was part of his markings. Finally Raine decided to speak, and out his maw came the most unique voice, deep and throaty yet distinguishingly British,

“Bloody hell, woman. You never relent do you? I am Raine. Believe me when I say that you are of no specific interest to me.”

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Raine’s expression turned quizzical as Alarice burst out in laughter and he lifted his head, sat his behind down and cocked his head at her. Indeed his current expression must have been comical as well but he couldn’t understand what Alarice found to be so funny. She soon spoke though and Raine almost started to laugh along with her,

“Oh...my...gosh...you're british?...wow...I was not...expecting to hear that.”

All through her words Alarice kept laughing which in turn made her own voice sound somewhat strange and so Raine started to laugh right along with her, enjoying the feeling that washed over him as he laughed. The worst of the laughter died away and Raine gazed at Alarice and replied in that same British accent that was engraved into his very being,

“I must say I am glad I can be of entertainment to you, Alarice.”

Alarice replied but laughter still clearly dance in her eyes and Raine found her company somewhat pleasurable as she spoke, realizing this with some shock included,

“Okay, I'm sorry...I just expected this big tough and deep threatening voice. Phew I am glad though, now I know you're not a whimp. You stood up for yourself. It was all a test buddy. Cheer up. I am not really like this, well I am but I have a nice side. I'll be nice...I just can’t get over the fact you're BRITISH. Wow...”

Her laughter soon faded and a true smile crept upon her kissers and mirrored within his own eyes and soon appeared upon his own velveteen maw. A true smile graced his features, something that hadn’t happened in quite some time and Raine found himself enjoying this haphazard encounter. As she relaxed so did Raine and he replied,

“Don’t fret, I get that a lot…”

Raine said, referring to her remark about his British accent and she was next to speak,

“It takes a lot for a wolf to earn my respect. You have earned it. Find yourself grateful I am not continuing and ripping out your throat for attacking me first brute.”

Raine merely smiled but didn’t give her the satisfaction of believing that fact completely and replied,

“I must say you are pretty fearless yourself… but not fearless enough to rip out my throat, darling…”

He added the last ‘darling’ part just for kicks, to see how she would react and waited for her reply.

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Raine’s ears pricked up as Alarice spoke once more and indeed she hadn’t taken his pet name offensively,

“Any other time I would be taking this conversation into a flirty way. But I have found my mate, love, and I am going to stay faithful. Now before you freak out and say you didn’t mean it like that...I was just saying it.”

Her voice had a different tone to it and Raine couldn’t quite pin it down. What she had said caused a new wave of respect to flutter through the ivory colored wolf and he smiled approvingly at her. A loyal Hell wolf, now that was scarce,

“Indeed your words are a cause of respect instead of offense, dear Alarice.”

Raine followed her to the river’s edge and joined her for a drink, reveling in the cool water that flowed down his parched throat. Right that was why he had come to the river. Alarice was the one to pick up the conversation again and he listened intently to her words,

“So what brought such a neat guy into my company? I am very intrigued by your markings I must add.”

Raine smiled to himself and sat down beside Alarice in a friendly manner and began to speak,

“I do believe you know of the drought? Unfortunately we all have to travel this far for water…”

Raine gazed at the water and then turned back to Alarice,

“Well now my markings are an interesting story indeed. Some wolves believed my mother was a sorceress and others thought she was merely possessed. I don’t know the true reason but if I am to believe what I hear my markings were a curse upon me and my family for my mother’s sins. I never got to ask my mother herself since she shunned me by birth, but I guess you have no interest in that soppy story. So what brings you here and who is your mate, if I’m not prying too much right now…?”

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Alarice looked eager enough to answer his questions and so Raine listened in as she spoke,

“I was looking for my mate. His name is Adyn, yes an Earth pack member. I am joining their pack. I am scared Malevolent might not like it though...” (

Confusion and wonder filled Raine at Alarice’s courage. Going against Malevolent wasn’t any small feat and Raine’s earlier encounter with Malevolent told him that he would react violently if he found out about Alarice’s mate. Raine made an inner promise that he would keep Alarice’s secret and his eyes communicated this,

“You are exceptionally brave to follow your heart through all this danger, Alarice. This Adyn must be a special fellow to have caught your heart to such a degree. I’d like to meet him one day.”

Soon the sun was hugging the horizon and threw a myriad of reds and pinks across the skies as it peaked behind the horizon. Raine was enjoying Alarice’s company so much but something was off after she had told him of her problem. Raine could tell she was really stressed out about it all and he imagined it must have been scary for her to leave everything she knew behind for a guy. The moon reflected form her white pelt as well as from Raine’s and he walked slowly closer to her with apologetic eyes,

“I can understand that this must be a very daunting ambition for you and that you fear the worst, but the Alarice I came to know today can handle anything that comes her way. That I know for sure.”

Raine came and sat beside her, watching the moon climb high into the sky and thanking the stars for this lovely meeting he had had with Alarice…