LETS GET PHYSICAL, PHYSICAL. [Skye]

[Damian Russo]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=c7c09b] Walking through the Freelands, Damian felt nervous about meeting up here with the Fallen Alpha, Skye. He walked at a quick pace, looking rapidly left and right to make sure that this was not an ambush. The Fallen Alpha wasn’t really that type of lady to do such a thing, but he couldn’t be positive if Skye became resentful towards the Fulsi and wanted to take sweet revenge on him for being the one to break it in the first place. Everything around him was just piled up garbage with a scent that really did not make him want to visit this place ever again. Looking down at the note in his right hand, he decided to read it again to sooth his worries about a surprise attack. Dear Damian, If there are those who are unaware and/or require formalities, the alliance between the Fulsiring and the Fallenring has been broken. I would like to discuss this with you in secret from Legend’s knowing. Meet me at the Freelands, alone, so we can discuss this privately. Don’t be late. Sincerely, Skye Damian knew to take this note seriously since getting a note from the Fallen Alpha is not the most common thing. What puzzled his mind the most in his head was what did she exactly want to discuss? His eye twitched every ten seconds as his thoughts pondered the possibilities about what their conversation could lead to. Does she want to make a double alliance? No, no, no. Shaking his head with his fingers on his chin, he kept wondering what Skye wanted to say. Does she want to have some kind of no foul play agreement? Their alliance has been broken for quite awhile now and all of a sudden the Fallen Alpha wanted to discuss the matter. This sounded like some kind of scheme to screw over the Fulsi, but he knew that he needed to have some kind of trust in her if this was going to go smoothly. Damian could feel the tightness in his chest as his anxiety kicked in and he wished it would go away and come back another day. Looking up from his daydream, he found the spot where they were supposed to meet up and Skye was waiting for him there. Reaching the spot, he smiled with a light greeting, “Hello there, Skye. What brings you to a place like this?”

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[Skye [RIP]]

I DONT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME
because i dont think that they'd understand.

Spiritual eyes gazed blankly across the distance before her, small feet making the slightest pitter-patter against the earth as she sped towards her destination. There before the Fulsi Beta, as she judged and thought appropriate, she waited patiently. Mind wandered easily to her unexpected mate, a man she loved as much as she once hated. Every once in awhile she would think of what it would be like if things had been different...if they craved other people...but everytime she could not imagine herself adoring anyone else. Everything from his rare, toothy smirk to every hair that occasionally fell in his face fascinated her. And so she could not look away...and she could not close her eyes in any moment and not see his face. Over time, even her tigress side had imprinted on Manic, and there was no longer anyone else in the world for her. Tied to him completely, her animal had chosen it's mate for life and therefore had chosen Skye's forever love, indestructable from all forces aside from himself or death. But at the same time, she had other responsibilities, previous ties that her morals over-ruled her fantasizing thoughts with. Slightly startled by Damian's voice, she regained awareness and answered his question smoothly. "A raid on my territory for no respectable reason brings me here, petit Monsieur." She growled, a mood swing causing her pupils to narrow into a slit and then return to their normal shape. The growl continued to rumble in her chest, though she tried to shake it off.

Feeling awefully belligerent, she knew she had to change her mood if this was to go smoothly. "Your ring not only ruined the alliance for themselves, but created an alliance against them. The Carna and Fallen now fight side-by-side perhaps for different heart-purpose and yet equal cause." Her pale hands clenched into little fists, but reminding herself to relax, her stance grew more casual. "Should we maintain a certain peace with out alliance between these rings I expect you have good cause for the Fulsi's actions in their raid against my ring. Considering Legend was not responsible, I figured his presence completely unnecessary." Many of her words held edge to them, the last word hissed violently until she found herself baring her sharp though human teeth at him in a scowl that could kill. Calm down. What is wrong with you? Relax. Again, her eyes flashed back and forth between that catlike shape and their natural look, pale blue pupils on an even paler blue iris making her appear to be blind.

"So do you?" She snapped suddenly, taking a challenging step forward as her beast with in lost patience with what she seemed to abruptly judge as a young fool trying to lead his ring into disarray while their true leader was missing. You can control this. His voice sounded in her mind. Just the imaginary sound of him relaxed every muscle, eyes content and longing. When she realized he was not really there, even her animal grew more enraged. You have other responsibilities. Take your mind off him for one second would you? She mentally snapped at her tigress, who was equally tied with his saber form as she was with him. Her tiger internally snarled back, but it was released out loud towards Damian. Uh oh. Now you have done it. Skye thought, calculating the temper of the man before her.

[Damian Russo]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=c7c09b] "A raid on my territory for no respectable reason brings me here, petit Monsieur." With that comment, his smile turned into a wide grin and a slight chuckle. Even with that little bit of French, he understood what she said and it just made him laugh at how defensive she is and her pitiful little insults. “Yes, I can understand your anger. By all means, I do apologize for my actions.” Even though he was good with lying, there was no chance she would accept him asking for forgiveness since it was not very sincere and he still had that sly grin on his face as he was trying to say sorry. Damian could feel the anger off of the Fallen Alpha and it made him nervous, so even with a smile on his face, his position was ready to flee. Every word spoken from Skye’s lips was angry, harsh, and he felt he was being talked down to. Damian had to resist snarling at her for the words she expressed fluently. It seemed the tables had turned to letting it slide off his back to doing the same actions as the Fallen Alpha. Now, his smile had faded into a frustrated look as his eyes narrowed to stare her down while his fists were tightened where his knuckles felt as though they would pop if he held them tighter any longer. Even with his anger, his words came out calm and relaxed, “I agree that Legend’s presence isn’t needed since this has nothing to do with him. Yes, I am the one who broke the alliance for certain purposes.” At the word purpose, his tone became stronger and with a sense of irritation at the challenge tone in the Fallen Alpha’s voice. “Your alliance with the Carna blind-sighted the Fulsi and we didn’t see it coming. Congratulations.” With his temper rising, he had to keep cool about the situation and to not ruin what could be a peaceful, but it seemed that this woman did not have much serenity within her. Both their hostility seemed to be escalating at a higher rate and cooling down did not seem very easy for Damian at this moment. Looking into his eyes, you could see the fire dancing harshly in swirls of rage as the tension between them grew stronger and stronger. ‘So, do you?’ As she took a step forward, he refused to take a step back and stood there as his breathing became heavier with aggravation and pride. Skye’s question was going to either start a physical confrontation or their argument was going to keep going if he answered her honestly. Putting his hands into his pockets, he slipped on the brass knuckles in each hands and kept them there, but completely ready to come out if this woman decided to make something ugly out of this little dispute. “I’m sorry to say, but I cannot give you my reason for why we broke up the alliance. Right now, I doubt you can handle the truth in an orderly fashion without losing your mind. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you.” All of Damian’s pride screamed with anger inside him as he wanted to spite this little woman for talking to him the way she did. Right now, he wanted to yell, ‘Because you’re weak! Because you’re weak!’ Swallowing his pride, he needed to hold steady for just a tiny bit longer. Glaring at her from eye to eye, he kept his mouth in a way where he was about to snarl back and let all of his animal instincts take place in this battle. “So, petit Mademoiselle, why did you even bring me out here in the first place? Are you here to pick a fight or do you having something important to actually discuss? This conversation seems to be wasting my time.” Every word showed how spiteful he could be and to show that this man is not scared of a woman that he could crush with his bare hands. “So, DO YOU?”

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[Skye [RIP]]

I DONT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME
because i dont think that they'd understand.

I am the one who broke the alliance for certain purposes. Her eyes narrowed, but mentally she could feel Manic's hand on her shoulder. He was an aspect of herself, and so she could certainly believed that perhaps, somehow, he was truly there. And so she relaxed continuously, until a little smirk graced her lips and brilliantly blue eyes looked a little too calm as was her usual. The agitation was still clear in her expression. How could Damian be such a fool? She ignored all of his other statements only stated to try and throw her off, but with strength and wisedom, she had been in this Menagerie far too long to let a petit chou try and mess with her mind. "How could you lack such common intellect and honor? You have brought shame to your entire ring for your actions. The alliance between the Fallenring and Fulsiring was strong, and now we find the very scent of your kind offensive to the grace of our ranks. Legend should certainly be enraged with your lapse in judgement, for the Fulsi are now the underdogs of this entire Hell." She shook her head, surprised at how every word she spoke was not to insult him but only pure honesty, and that in itself disgusted her. She felt ashamed just to look at him, to bother being in the presence of someone who bestowed the downfall of their ring. She shook her head, eyes almost sad for him. "I pity you. This is your fault." The words were short, honest, and a clear slap in the face. In all her days she would never point fingers at a single being, but he'd admitted it, and she had asked him before simply reviewing her own facts.

Are you here to discuss or pick a fight? Her mind bothered not to collect the extra words, useless in tongue. When she spoke she asked herself three questions. Is it relevent? Is it necessary? And is it intellectual? She found it difficult to find anything in his spiteful speech that followed her guidelines to saying anything at all. Her tiger roared and screamed with in her, tearing with in to break free. But that imaginary squeeze on the shoulder...that extra reminder kept her in control. She calmly strolled forward, hands held tight behind her back in a casual manner. "A fight, young Damian? I had stated nothing of a fight." She smiled light-heartedly, running a hand through long, raven hair. "Aucun, no, I a déclaré nothing of that, enfant imbécile." She strolled carefully closer, until she was but an inch away, a carefull grin she'd adopted from the greatest of fiends...It was so unlike her, and somehow it came to her advantage using tactics that she learned as she went. Changes always took others off gaurd. "Although, infime fou, should you make such a mistake, I will make you a promise." She smiled, looking quite near cheerful at this point. In fact, yes, she was enthused.

She leaned forward on her tipy toes. "I would win." She knew that in itself was a challenge she could certainly afford as she rocked back on her heels. She would show her own ring a reminder that they were strong in the face of a threat dispite their misjudged reputation. They were in fact near one of the strongest of opposers, but their philosophy spared lives. The Fulsi especially were lucky for that. She would also show the Fulsi that they were lucky to rid this la honte-hébété Damian...She believed to a certain extent that the Fulsi deserved some restoration of their honor...and that it was the fatal mistake of one man that would haunt them for many years to come.