Wolf RPG

The last few days had confused her. Greatly. She was probably more confused than she had been her whole life, and it was all because of someone. No, that was too cliche. She was confused because of other-worldly-forces. That was better. Never would she openly admit her miniscule feelings towards the ivory man, no, she didn't even embrace the fact herself. But he had, admitting he felt something too. But she shoved the memory back, refusing to acknowledge his presence in her life for just a bit longer. Alas, it was impossible. The pack hunt was bad enough, and she was immensely sure that at least someone suspected something. Not that she cared what they thought, except she did. It was bad for her image to be seen with lovey feelings or close to someone in that way. All the time she spent building up her walls, brick by freaking brick, were slowly crumbling under the emotional weight that Kove brang. It was horrible. At least she tried to tell herself that it was.

Her ears had flattened against her skull, not in hostility but frustration as she thumped too noisily through the sunken woods. Anyone within earshot would be able to hear her stomping, and know to stay well away at that time. Of course, while deep in her own thoughts did she block out every other senses that associated with the outside world. For now, she simply wanted to be left in peace, as simple as that. But Fate had something against her, as it always did.

Things felt strange for him. Ever since his encounter with Nemesis, he'd been unable to shake the ache in his chest. Every day since then he'd wandered the borders, searching for her whilst patrolling. Because of what he'd said, he'd suspected his lack of contact with her was not merely a coincidence. The ghost believed he was being avoided by her, though it was nothing more than speculation. There was no evidence to support his working theory, but that didn't prevent his mind from drifting back to it every now and again. The pack hunt had lessened his faith in the thought, if only because he'd been able to see her—never mind the fact that it was an activity for the entire pack, and every member had been required to show up. Then when he'd seen her at the meeting called by Burke, the man had wondered if she'd faced the same conflict he had. To answer the call or to not, and what had been her deciding factor if she'd been met with such a predicament. Of all the questions that swam through his head, none were ever voiced. They'd remained stored away, collecting dust as he'd carried on with his daily routines.

Kove had been heading towards the borders for another patrol (as well as to search for Nem), but was stopped by heavy footfalls. They did not match anyone in the pack, as far as he knew, for the sound was way off. Each member walked with a varying degree of silence, but no one that he'd met so far was as heavy-footed as the owner of the steps was believed to be. Curious, he'd begun stalking in the direction the wolf was heading in, body low and ears back as he'd maneuvered through the brush of the woods. His own steps were quiet, wary of whatever snow patches littered the ground, not wanting to make his presence known before he was ready. The Inuit closed in on the source, his nose rising up to greet a passing breeze in order to figure out who—or what—he was up against. Much to his surprise, it was the very same woman he'd been looking for, which had led to his ears popping up and his body returning to it's full height.

From where he stood, she'd seemed oblivious to that which was happening around her, and he'd wondered what she was thinking about. Carefully, the man had made his way around a bush and fell into step behind her, letting a few second tick by before he'd let out an audible chuff. Having announced his presence, Kove then increased his pace just a bit so he was beside her, before letting his gait even back out. "Hey," he greeted, glancing between her and the direction they were heading in. "Something on your mind?" It was a legitimate curiosity of his, as he could tell from her expression alone that something was bothering her.

She had not heard Kove's low chuff that would have alerted her of his presence. Instead, her head was kept down, still deep in her own thoughts. While he had placed himself beside her, walking in the same rhythm as she, it took her a few moments to noticed the other set of paws treading beside hers. Looking up from her state, she met the eyes of Kove, and flinched out of shock. The very being that had been troubling her mind now walked alongside her, though once again did her mind settle in his company, She liked walking with him, not alone to the ramblings of her mind and not with someone who quite frankly annoyed her, no. Kove brung a wave of calm when he arrived, unlike the chaotic world they were living in.

She wanted to shout at his question and go no and on about how he had cause her current state of emotional stress. Instead, she sighed shaking her head. Instinctively, she found herself merging herself closer to him as they walked, though, she just let it be. It was so tiring to fight everything she had believed about happiness before. Besides, there was a big difference between liking someone and loving them. She could tolerate liking him, but loving, she would not let herself fall that hard. It was the very bottom, the brink of her restrain. Love was futile, and something she had already cleared up that she didn't need. "How are you?" She redirected the starter to him, for she had enough of thinking about her. 

Maybe if she learnt more about him she could allow herself to like him just a bit more. But, they were technically strangers, and she could never permit herself to feel compassionate about someone she hardly knew. The tone of voice she asked suggested that she was looking for a little more than just his current state of health, but how he actually was inside. As much as she wanted to know more about him, she wouldn't push it. His privacy was his own, and she would respect it as he had to her.

He wasn't entirely sure what to expect from her. Things were obviously tense between them, and he had a feeling it was his own doing. He'd been too direct with both his words and actions last time, which would have potentially forced a barrier between them. That was something he was concerned of, but was relieved immediately once she'd noticed him and moved closer. It was surprising, too, that she hadn't wished to leave his presence right away. The tension was thick, after all, so much so that one could probably choke on it. He awaited her answer, or perhaps to be snapped at—anything would be fine just as long as it was something. Instead of doing either, she only answered with a question of her own. The topic of conversation was moved off of her and onto him, and he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.

"I'm..." How was he? Confused? Something like that, probably. "I'm good, I guess. Disappointed I couldn't see you sooner though." He threw her a quick glance before returning his focus to the space ahead of them. Staring wouldn't do either of them any good, and he hoped, for a moment, that perhaps she had missed his gaze. "And you?" Was she, too, feeling just as troubled? Her expressions had betrayed as much when he'd first approached her, but there was a chance he had read her wrong. It was rare for him to incorrectly assess someone, especially when emotions were involved, but he could never be sure of himself with her around. She made his mind go blank and his chest ache, but he couldn't help but seek out her presence anyways.

Her eyes would not meet his own, something he found himself to be disappointed by. What was the reasoning for it? He wished to know, but deep down, felt he already had the answer. When she replied, he nodded, the motion stiff yet quick. From there, he did not know where to steer the conversation, as she filled him with uncertainty. Between the feelings he felt and the way she acted, he couldn't read her as clearly as others. It bothered him, not knowing, but also filled him with a sense of excitement. He could not predict her words or actions, he could not see her moves before she made them. She was, to him, a blind spot. The woman evaded his ability without even trying, and why? Because he harboured feelings for her? It was much different from his relationship with Scarlett, that much was certain, but somehow it seemed better. Being left in the dark, anticipating her next moves—he lived for it, for her.

When asked a question, Kove remained quiet. He had to consider his answer carefully, of course, neither wishing to say the wrong thing nor give an unclear response. "Maybe because we are both trying to fight what we know is between us," he murmured, focusing his entire attention on her. "These feelings... I am beginning to accept them, to understand them. But are you?" It was his turn to question her, hoping that the outcome of their encounter might clear some things up. Hopefully, after it all, they would have an understanding. Or, better yet, a promise.

First, there came stuttering. The loss of words, something that prevented him from predicting in what direction the conversation would turn. He had laid all of his cards out on the table, and it was far too late to retract them. In the end, that was what mattered most—the fact that he'd been honest with her. No longer was he forcing the feelings down in an attempt to smother them. No, he was now embracing them, having accepted what it was that he felt. He could no better deny his heart than a fish could walk on land, and so never again would he attempt to do so.

The first thing she said made him frown, deeply. "I think you are," he commented, before once again falling silent to allow her the air to speak. Everything after that pleased him, bringing a slight smile to his face. "I like you a lot, too." As he spoke he moved closer, head having to lower a bit in order for him to touch his muzzle against her own. From there, he then applied some pressure, wishing to turn her head back to face him. He wanted to look her in the eyes, to see every visible emotion. "There's a first for everything," he voiced. "I can't ignore how I feel, especially not after this..." Kove just couldn't sit back and let her slip through his paws. With Scarlett, he had allowed that—he'd been able to allow it. With Nemesis, however, he felt he couldn't keep away from her. No matter what, he knew he wouldn't be able to maintain any distance.

Her nipping was unexpected but welcomed, tail beginning to wave behind him. The motion was calm, slow, but the message clear: he was happy. She brought joy into his life, lighting up his days within the dark woods. He knew his feelings were reciprocated—she'd confirmed as much several times already—meaning nothing would come between them. The thought of one of the other males attempting to weasel their ways closer to her nearly caused a growl to grow deep within his throat. It was strange, even to him, as he'd never been the overly possessive type. Then again, perhaps he'd never had someone in his life worth being possessive over. It was that fact, combined with her actions, that had him certain they belonged to one another. Even without words, their intentions seemed to be made clear.

Kove bowed to her then, the action leaning more towards play than submission. However, he did not give her the chance to react to the gesture before he'd righted himself and moved forward, touching his nose to her own. Instead of pulling away, as he'd grown somewhat accustomed to doing, he'd allowed himself to remain there for a few passing moments. He felt like he belonged there, close to her. As if all the choices in his life had been steering him towards that very moment, and he silently wished that it might never end.