Awaken Me {Envy}

[Shattered]

The day was warm but still had a biting breeze to course through the waves of heat. The sun lay in a cloudless sky and seemed to smile upon the earth shining its glowing radiance. The female lay on her side and enjoyed the gentle caresses of the wind and the warm blanket the sun provided her short furred bodice. The glowing orb in space also made her pelt shift and dance with flame, her usual chocolate pelt brought to its true potential in the suns rays of magnificence. A single ear still stood erect as it swiveled for any source of sound or noise, its partner only a stump leaving it to do all the work. That was the only visible part of the females ravaged body, the side that was now hidden beneath her as she rested. Anyone who cared to look at the flaming torch laying on the ground would only view a beautiful fem with scorching fur and delicate curves. They would see her elegant dancer legs and delicate paws that were tipped with ebony claws. Her spine curved in a magnificent arch and her slender head and muzzle and her lidded eye that hid a burning golden stare. Little would they know o the damage that ruined the other side, the missing eye and deep gouges that were long since history to the broken ballerina. Her slender yet muscular chest rose and fell in even calm breaths, her muzzle occasionally shifting as her lips raised in a gentle sleep numbed snarl. This was the females 'relaxing time' when she let go of reality and just let herself drift. She was a confusing sight to any beholder, she seemed to be a sleeping beauty but at the same time she seemed as alert and awake as any dog around her. At the moment her numbed yet acutely alert mind was remembering Axel, the dog that reminded her so much and so little of her own brother, Magnum. He held her brothers same confidence and his determination, the only difference was that Magnum had wanted to befriend the sickly Daemons while Axel just wanted them dead. Same as her. She also remembered him speaking of 'buddies' and her buddies name drifted in and out of her numbed thoughts, always staying on the edges of her thought patterns. Envy. Envy. Envy. It was a low musical hum in her mind always changing in tone but never really separating from its original beat. "Envy" she whispered in a slow and whispered voice. That was her partner, the one she could never leave without. The name seemed to awaken her to the point of awareness while the numbing drug of sleep left her. Where was her partner? She needed to meet the brute that had disturbed her thoughts so strongly.

[Honor]

Envy

Beauty was nonexistent to the Rott that laid so closely to a disgusting, yet comforting pile of garbage. Light peered within the brutes dark maroon eyes. Light was always unpleasant to Envy, but it also made the world completely different, keeping his eyes wide open to the reality of life, and the disasters that wait before him. Awaking from the nightmares that seem to surface the brutes mind, he shook in silence. It tore at him. Immediately ripping him apart limb from limb, making him shake in the mist that surrounded him. Yes he was curious where the Morgs would lead him, but he was happy he was here. Happy that he found a life that involved a form of love, which was the one thing that the Rott seemed to lack his whole life.


Envy stood up and shook. He stretched his body out widely, flexing his muscles in the process. While trotting over to a puddle that seemed to be oddly clear, he studied himself intently. Why was the scar on his eye so oddly proportioned? Why did it make him suddenly look so different? Why did the body even scar? "To remind us of our past," He whispered lowly, then looked around to observe is anyone had noticed him talking to himself. To him, talking to himself was a sign of mental illness, and totally out of his macho man ego. The oddly large brute smirked at the thought. He thought of the ways he drove women crazy, wooed them so swiftly that it was so sickening. He hated himself for it, but also the pleasure outweighed the pain. Nothing interested him all to much, but now that he had a new life it was time to move forward. To drop everything, and take all risks that were possible.


His thoughts drifted toward the thought of his partner. She was a fae, Ooo la la, His mind slipped into perversion. The thought was so overbearing that he could have bit himself on his own leg. Could have smacked himself so hard to pin his inner thoughts into himself. Ludicrous. Shattered was supposedly his new partner in crime, according to Axel, and it made him slightly nervous. What was she like? What she stupid? Was she spectacular? It all amused him.


Walking deeper within his territory he smelled an odd and different scent. A stranger. He moved his ears forward, and tensed his body. ENVY. He heard a low whisper. Almost like it wasn't aware he was in the area. Maybe its her. Maybe. Walking around the corner, he saw a beautiful fae. Different, but absolutely stunning in his eyes. The sun radiated off of her bodice. Making him trip over himself, and flat onto his bottom. "Uhh.. Oh damn." Envy stared at her with a serious expression, hoping she wouldn't laugh.

[Shattered]

Should she rise to find the brute? Her mind was now fully alert, all sleep sliding away. It urged her to rise and find the male who had been drifting among her thoughts all afternoon but her body was still in the mode of sleep and wouldn't listen to her command to rise. She was never really this lazy but she had been up very late last night speaking with Axel and scouting out her new home. Home. The word was so foreign to her mind that she could barely grasp the concept. She had never had a true home, sure there had been resting stops but no where had ever really been permanent. Her maw opened in a large yawn and her ivories glittered dangerously in the light cast down from the sun. "Envy" she said to herself once again. This seemed to awaken her body and she could Finlay feel her own limbs again. She flexed and watched the muscles beneath the flesh ripple, a shiver coursing her body. Her single ear twisted around and she thought she heard a voice not to far away. Who could it be hmmm? She stood on delicate legs and stretched, rump in the air. She gave herself a satisfying shake, dust flying off of her fiery pelt and into the air. Her amber nose wrinkled and she shook her head to rid her nose of the scent of dirt. A single passionate golden eye looked everywhere, as again the fem thought she had heard a noise. She was about to leap from her area of rest in a blur of snarls and hackles when a Rott rounded the corner. Her fiery gold eye widened in shock as she leaped away quickly with nimble paws. The male stumbled and landed on his rump and cursed. She watched him with a narrow eye, she didn't find this funny and apparently the male didn't as well judging by the look on his face. he was muscular and handsome with amazing eyes. Who the hell was this guy? She felt her body slowly relaxing, he wasn't a threat to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the fact that she sat with her left side facing him full on. Her entire shattered frame facing him square in the face. She didn't see how the sun made her fur light up in flames but also made her scars burn crimson. ".....Envy?" she ventured in a low voice.She had heard her partner was a Rott, was this clumsy dog him? Oh god she hoped it wasn't. Yet some part of her noticed how handsome he was and wasn't really minding the fact that he might be a clumsy fool.

[Honor]

Envy

Still starring at the femme, Envy couldn't help himself. Something in his heart needed to know someone new, someone that could feel what he feels. But of course that is information that needs to be kept secret, locked away deep deep into the little heart that the Brute has. The little pieces that he was able to cut out of his old rotting heart. Ironic isn't it? He is a rott, but inside his emotions were making him rot altogether at once, driving him up the wall, angering him. The look his face was serious and prepared. He didn't know this exotically beautiful fae, and a piece of him didn't want to. Any attachment to anyone is wrong, all wrong, the brute stood up, and walked to her side offering her a paw. "I am Envy, I'm guessing you are my partner love?" While he spoke the words, he gazed into the femmora's face some more, and he breathed in. Her eye was missing, and her body was scared.. It didn't phase him, she was still beautiful, now in her own exotic way. Scars meant she was either beaten, she fought, or it was just a sick nasty way to remind her of her past. Envy looked at her deeply, and said, "I'm sorry about that fall love," He pondered on what he just called her, "I hope you don't mind that I call you that, it was how I was raised." His eye's kept looking at her scars, and wondering just how something that looked so fragile got into this mess.


The markings and such weren't a single problem to the brute. It was the story behind them that scared him. Was she stronger then him? Obviously. Why did Axel partner him up with her? because she has her own memoir to tell. Envy needed to wake up and smell the roses. He needed to come back to reality that hating the world and himself will not do a thing for him, it will probably just make the situation worse in his opinion, and he didn't care.. He hasn't cared for awhile. Still holding a paw out to the fem, he spoke once more, "What is your name femmora?" When he spoke his voice was like frozen honey, smelled sweet, and when you wanted to get some it stood frozen in place out to annoy you. His eyes were a song that could never be written down, they were consistently changing, through the emotions and such. His color remained the same, but he hated that factor. They were a deep maroon color, and they all looked to much like blood. It was disgusting and ugly in his opinion, but when was he going to start worrying about his looks? Never. This fem would have to accept him, or Axel would yell at her, or possibly send her out of here. In her condition the brute would have to be remotely kind to her, she looked bad and beautiful all at the same time, and it really threatened him, so much to the point where he knew that this position would be hard. She scared him, and worst of all to do the Brute is to make him nervous.

[Shattered]

Her single fiery golden orb watched the rotty with a wary curiosity. He seemed so...detached? As if his heart contained no emotion, his eyes made him look empty. A lost soul, a broken soul, a ravaged soul he she could view all these things in him. It almost frightened her but she was curious and that single burning emotion ruled over her caution or any sort of wariness. The rott was torn, she could feel it. He seemed to want something but at the same time he was repelled. All she could ask was what and why? He approached and held out a paw for her. Her head cocked to the side ever so slightly in confusion, she had never been greeted this way before it was…different. She didn’t really know how to respond to this so she slowly and warily raised her flaming orange paw to rub his before lowering it. This male was quite the character, and she liked it. He confirmed her earlier enquiry and she faintly smiled, her maw never carried a true smile, only faint transparent crooks to her delicate lips. Her single ear swiveled when he called her love and her golden eye narrowed, what was this male playing at, eh? “Hello Envy. I am your partner. Call me Shattered or, if you want, just partner if you’re more comfortable with that” Her stub of a tale wagged in semi false cheerfulness. She didn’t want her new partner to think she was a downer but she was never ever this happy. She had never been since the death of Magnum and her ambush, now she was almost as empty as the detached seeming mutt before her. He commented on the love thing and she immediately lost the look of suspicion that had been lurking in her eye since he had called her that. “I don’t mind Envy, you can call me that if you please” another empty smile played with her maw. The sun was shining down still but a light cloud had dampened its glare and now her pelt of flaming embers smoldered a dull chocolate brown. Now that the sun no longer held back the sight of her single eye she took the time to really study him and liked what she saw. He was a hardened brute, having his own scars to tell about, and he had beautiful eyes. They were a lovely maroon in color and she loved them. She continued to stare at them, and without even realizing she was saying it, she spoke in a gentle whisper. “Your eyes are beautiful gems, they…” she trailed off as she did realize she was speaking out loud. She didn’t look away though or play shy or embarrassed, she looked at him like nothing had happened and her eye almost dared him to comment on her slip. Her gaze was fiery and she played the part of the mighty dog perfectly just then.

[Honor]

Envy

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

The new dog was his partner, her name was Shattered. How unique, just like her whole being. All of her features, they all made her one. No one could mimick her, and Envy loved that. She was mighty fine on one side, then the other looked like she ran through a parade of flying bullets. The femmora claimed that it didn't bother her that the brute called her that. Love. That was what he used for most fem's. Even his mate, yet he felt a sense of something that was going to happen. He was aware that there was a war coming on, and he did know that she would be a part of that, and the whole idea scared the shit out of him, because she can feel what other's can feel. Their emotions. It was something that happened to her that the both of them hated oh so much. Envy couldn't tell the future, but all he did know was that it sounded so full of shit and remarks that could make him go crazy. He was scared that he would lose her, now that she holds his kids, he was scared for her. She didn't seem to love him all that much, but the night that they spent together immediately assured to him that she did in a sense. It annoyed him to the core that he couldn't drop her, but she made him feel something that he'd never felt in his life before. Rose gave him her soul, her innocence, and Envy wasn't going to let that go. It was the most precious gift that another dog could give to him. So amazing, like diamonds in his opinion. He would never want to be with another femmora if he lost her.


All his thoughts of ranting and raving were immediately interrupted when he saw something move in front of his face. “Your eyes are beautiful gems, they…” He stared at the fem in shock, What the devil is she doing? The brute kept her gaze. She didn't look away nor did she flinch when he felt the ground underneath of him move. He tensed, and felt his fissures deepening into the mud beneath him. Envy leaned in toward her, studying her eye, and spoke a few words. "Thank you love,... I don't exactly know why I can't resist commenting on this but, you are truly beautiful.." He meant it. The brute wasn't trying to 'woo' his partner, he meant it 100%. In every way, shape, and form. Most dogs would get disgusted by her appearance but it showed a sense of experience.... "How did this happen to you?"


Was Envy concerned with her health? He didn't know her. He didn't care... or did he? This is starting to piss me off, I'm being quite the caring dog around here.. to many sob stories, but one more won't hurt anything... Right??? He hoped that that was the case.. He hoped that everything would be okay with her.. That her story wouldn't let him feel emotion, and that she didn't dwell on her past.. He was sick of that.