~Hell's Reject~

[justice]

Malevolence felt her body curve into his muzzle as she brought her own head to lay on top of his. She allowed her tongue to slid out of her mouth and move slowly over one of his ears. As it slowly moved over his ears a bit she enjoyed her short time up against him. Something made her happy to just stand there with him for a little while and smell the flowers that seemed to surrounded them perfectly. She stood there a moment before drawing away from him completely and moving a few steps away.

"Gratulari," Thank You. Malevolence spoke softly as she moved a few feet away from him. Her body shook once more but she did her best to keep her body out straight and to stop it from shaking. She did a fairly good for being touched, one of her biggest fears. She was just glad that her other fear was a little harder to find. Most of the time she didn't bleed often so she was fairly safe on that matter. She streched her body slightly and raised her head in the air. There was something....

"Do you smell that?" Her head shot back and forth from the left to the right. Something was going on and she didn't like it. It smelled rotten, as if the earth as rotting from the inside out. A shiver passed over her body as she raised her maw to the sky. Giving out a sad and sorrowful call she drew it out so that it echoed the area. She wasn't happy that when she lowered her head there was no call in reply. She was alone here without any link to her pack. Oh know What was going on?

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[blitzkreig]

There wa sa brief calm, pressed up against Melevolence, the moment seemed to last for all too short a time. Breathing in her wonderful scent, the crazy brute could not smell the diteriorating smell, the smell of decay that was wafting off through the trees, something gross and deadly, a precursor of things to come. He closed red orbs, but then Malevolence pulled away, scented the air. She thanked him, and her voice was soft and lovely, the voice of an angel, horns, wings and all. Blitkreig smiled, lippens pulled back in delight, but the delight did not stay, no it never stayed. The world was too dark for that, and his femme turned sad eyes off to the trees.

Now that she mentioned it, he lifted his muzzle, sniffing the wind, testing it. What came to his nostrils made them wrinkle in disgust. The very scent left a sour, wretched taste on the back of his tongue, and he smacked the appendage across the roof of his mouth and over his lips. Eyes screwed up and became alert. Not good, not good at all.
"I do,"
he nodded, tail shifting, bristling up like some demented black banner above the plain of his spine. Paws set apart to hold him up as he sniffed more thouroughly.
"I do not like it."

Stated simply enough, and it was obvious, Malevolence did not either. She twisted her muzzle, and let loose a sorrowful cry that pierced the darkening sky. A warning to her pack? And suddenly, Blitzkreig became very wary. More wolves, never good. A small battle waged in that overcrowded brain of his. A dilemma of sorts. He could not leave Malevolence here to fend for herself, and go surveying the unknown dangers, but other wolves would be suspicious of him, yes. They talked about him all the time, he could hear them in the back of his mind at night. Always planing against him. Dome shook, eyes looked worried, but he stepped up beside Mal none-the-less, bucking up to the situation. He nudged her neck.

"We`ll get to your pack, I promise. Lets find what this is....It might be dangerous. I'll keep you safe though."
A brief smile flitted across his lopsided lips.