Howling Hearts - Closed

[haha, the guy you picked is so cute! ]
Safira ran and ran and ran, enjoying the rush and adrenaline flowing through her. She loved this form, her true form. She belonged this way, as a wolf. She felt no reason for her to turn human anymore. Her mother abandoned her after realizing she'd spawned a freak and she'd never known her father. Being a wolf was all that she knew and whenever she needed to change back to a human, she carried around a small bag with a few hundred dollars and two complete outfits and two sneakers.. Her fur kept her warm even though the ice beneath her was slippery and freezing. She heard some rustling and slowed to a halt, her ears perking up as she wondered who was there. She let a low snarl rip through her body before she started running again. The ice cracked under her and she realized a little too late that there was a frozen lake under her. How careless had she been? She slipped, her right leg falling through and making a sickening crack before she was able to dig herself out. Gasping and huffing, she slowly swam away through the ice, trying to keep her head above water and ignore the agonizing pain on her right side.

[i love your signature xD i saw it before just never had the chance to tell you... now i feel like a copy-cat xP
and yeah he is, that's why i chose him xD i forgot why i chose that name though... i still can't think of a better one x/ ]

Marcel was out, wandering in the snow when he found the wolf tracks again. He had noticed prints like these in the snow the year before and had followed them in vain. He knew that a wolf wouldn't be that stupid enough to let hkm close and he was probably wrong and the pawprints were a dogs but he could dream, couldn't he? Once again, he set out to follow the track through the deep snow, the cold fading from his limbs as he set out on an adventure. Everyone always complained that his imagination was too wild. The frozen lake. Marcel recognized the place before he could even see the ice. His breaths blew out in a cloud of white as he took in the sight before him. There were cracks in the mass. His eyes widend as he followed the trail of water leading to the shore. A wolf.

For a moment, he stood unable to move. Then he started toward it, stopping yet again when he saw the red on its hind leg. The wolf was hurt. Marcel wanted to help. He went closer, slowing more and more the closer he got. He talked the wolf, just muttered some nonsens lowly. The wolf couldn't understand him anyway. He just wanted to calm him or her so he could get close to help.

[thanks! It's from American Horror Story and I didn't even design it xp]

Safira let out a loud whine, staying in place as she hid her black nose into her paws. Since she was hypersensitive to touch, taste, and noise she could easily hear the human coming towards her. His hair was a little longer than she she growled softly but she could tell by his angular jaw. Her teeth bared as she tried to be menacing but didn't really have the power in herself to do it. She trusted humans as much as she trusted her mother. She hated her mother, her mother had hated her ever since she was little and called her a demon, beating her and trying to exorcise her. One day she left and Safira hadn't been happier since. She tried to look back to see the damage to her right leg but couldn't turn her head far enough without some discomfort. She shivered, her fur wet from the lake she had fallen into. She thought her knee was dis-located and a few bones were broken but she couldn't be sure. All she could see was the blood seeping through the pure white snow.

Marcel froze in the movement as he heard the wolf growl. He held still for a few seconds, his glove-less hand that was reaching out in front of him starting to shake in the cold air, before he pulled it back slowly. "It's alright," he murmured lowly. "I just want to help. You're hurt. And I can help you," he continued in a soft, smooth voice. He knew that the tone one talked in to an animal was important. The words weren't. At least that's what people said. Sometimes Marcel was sure an animal could understand him perfectly. Their cat seemed to look him straight in the eye at times, almost like she was agreeing or she would immediately come before he could use a command that she knew. Fighting back straying thoughts he inched forward slowly again, hand coming first, low and open for the wolf to sniff. It was essential that he wasn't intimidating.

(srry for the wait!)

[don't worry 'bout it!]

Safira growled a little bit more, snapping her teeth before she heard him speak. His voice was oddly enchanting, almost serenading as he spoke to her. the fact that she was nearly passing out helped as well. The pain was starting to become more and more obvious as she hid her snout between her paws. Her whole body was sore and almost numb with cold but the bottom part of her body, more so her right, felt as hot as a fire. She sniffled once and wondered if she would ever be able to try and trust humans. Could this one be different? Pain ripped through her body as she let out a low howl. She couldn't move towards him but she said everything she needed to in her eyes. Would this be easier if she was in human form? No, she couldn't even change back if she wanted to - she was in too much pain to concentrate and shifting would interfere with her healing process.

[once again srry! and awesome signature again! xP favorite song from them, along with Visions ]

Marcel grimaced as he heard the pain-filled sound and saw the suffering in the wolf's eyes. He proceeded closer, letting her sniff his hand first before he moved over to the leg, once again feeling a stab in his chest at the sight of the wound, wondering what pain the wolf must be going through. First of all, he had to stop the bleeding. He took off his jacket and sweaters to get to his shirt before putting on the rest again and ripping the shirt to long strips. "I'm just trying to help, okay? This might hurt a bit for a moment, but I have to bandage your leg with my shirt to stop the bleeding. You could die from blood-loss otherwise," he explained softly to the waiting wolf before lightly pressing what was left of his shirt on the wound before tying it up with the torn pieces.

[don't worry about it! take your time :) ]

The human smelled of cinnamon and other spices, his body heat warming her a little bit more even though he wasn't directly touching her. She resisted the urge to snap her teeth at him but instead, decided to lick his palm, her tongue sliding over his fingers. She settled down with a bit of a harrumph, her tail curling up to the rest of her body. Safira watched uneasily as he took of his jacket. She tilted her head seeing his naked skin, suddenly remembering that they hardly grew as much as fur as wolves did. Poor humans, well at least they had their warm houses to keep them safe. Safira never had that, she arched her eyebrows hearing him faintly speak before deciding to show that she understood by nodding. It was a jerky movement since she was quite tired already but she did it anyways. She couldn't help but flinch at the contact of the shirt against the shirt and the pressure of his hands on her wound. She let out a woeful howl into the night sky, warm pockets of air leaving her snout as smoke. She kept her jaw together with her paws and whimpered pitifully before looking back at the boy to nod as if to say go on.

(we should continue this)

[thx for reminding me! i will do my best, but once again i can't promise anything... especially since we're going to my grandparents tomorrow and they're both sick x[ but keep reminding me! (: ]

Marcel winced at the sudden howl, surprised by its closeness. He had been so concentrated on being careful and gentle that he hadn't seen it coming. Swallowing heavily, he wondered if he was hurting her a lot and if he was even doing this right but he forced himself to supress the unsure shaking of his hands and continue. The faster he finished, the faster he could get her home where his mother could bandage the wound properly. Who knew, maybe there were even internal injuries he couldn't see like this. Fear swooped down on him as his imagination drew dark scenes of the wolf dying because he was too slow or because he had hurt him or her. He still didn't know what gender the wolf was. "It'll be alright," he promised her, despite his insecurity as he finished tying the leg up as best as he could. As he sat back for a moment, he just realized the problem that lay at hand. He would have to carry her home now. But what if the wolf refused and fought him? He would have no chance. And then the wolf would run away from him and he would never be able to find him or her on time again to be able to help him or her heal. Then he or she would die out here in the cold. His throat dried out. "You have to trust me now," he started, looking her straight in the eyes. "I know you're probably wary of humans, even hate them maybe. But I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, that I just want to help you. This wound might be worse than it looks and you could die out here. Such a magnificent creature should live..." he trailed off as, remembering that the wolf probably couldn't even understand him. He was letting his imagination go through with him again, as his parents would say. Sighing, he reached out slowly, to place a hand onto the warm fur, getting ready to pick her up, while moving, still in a squat, into a better position so he wouldn't necessarily get hurt if she fought his grip.

(Don't worry, I'm pretty open for spring break but then its back to lax nd school plus im completely mobile atm)

Safira's body became even tenser than usual as he gathered her in his arms. She hadn't been in such close proximity with a male much less a human male. She positioned her teeth so she could bite his shoulder, breaking skin amd bone with minimal effort. She used whatever strength she had left to push herself into his arms. Oh humans and their sentimentality. Not that she didn't have her sentiments and words at times, she did but she just wasn't much of a talkative person. Along with the fact that she rarely had the company to converse with, often times she enjoyed working alone.

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[omg, so sorry! i got so lost...in stuff and everything. thx for not giving up on me! i think i'm slowly getting th ehang of het again
and (i feel like i'm repeating myself over and over but...) like your signature, it reminded me to listen to PTV againx] ]

Marcel held on to her firmly but gently with both fear of dropping her and the fear of hurting her. He saw the wolf reposition herself with her head dangerously near his and even though he was worried she would attack him by one wrong move, he was fascinated by it. "Wolves are such beautiful creatures," he breathed as he returned his attention to his surroundings so he wouldn't trip in the snow, trudging through his footsteps that would lead him home. Icy wind blew, stinging his eyes but he couldn't pull his hat deeper into his forehead, he could merely squint. Since he had the wolf in his arms he wasn't cold though. Heat radiated off of her like off a heater.

"Mom! Dad!" he called as soon as he was near the house, panting from the weight in his arms. The longer he walked, the heavier the burden got. He held through though until his father came out.

"She's wounded," Marcel explained, knowing his parents would help and just as he thought, his dad told him to bring her in. Marcel set her down on a blanket his father spread out near the door in the living room.

[ no problem & thanks ^_^ ]

Safira growled softly, or at least, she thought she growled softly. That was her paw and that was her snout right? She whimpered softly, unable to feel the rest of her body. She felt so disconnected, it scared her more than the wild did. She could feel warmness and the absence of the cold and this only frightened her even further. The wild was her home and the silence had been her favorite companion. Safira looked around, wincing lightly as she could feel her bones shifting as they tried to support her frame. She felt herself being placed on a soft surface, she saw lines and lights that were all reduced to wiggles as well as a voice that oddly made her feel like home, except he was far from it. Home was the ice, the snow beneath her paws, and the blur of green and brown as she ran in the woods. It wasn't long before she felt as if she were lucid dreaming, gone in the parallel world inside of her mind.

"Quickly," Marcel pressured his parents, unable to watch the wolf in pain. He traced his fingers through her fur gently, worry etched in his face. "You can help her, right?" he asked, barely louder than a whisper. All the worst possibilties were already coursing through his mind. It'd be exactly his kind of luck. To find a wolf and even be able to touch her and carry her home but she would die soon after. Marcel held his breath, as his parents silently worked on the wolf.

Safira was lost somewhere, bundled up in sheets and soft warm blankets resting on ... a bed? She hadn't been on one of these for a long while, the last time she'd ever been this warm was when she'd decided to sneak into a hotel and spend the night on someone else's credit card. Gotta do what you gotta do. Safi licked her canine teeth, blinking and noticing that she could still see despite the darkness of the room. She felt the body heat of someone else and his scent she definitely could notice. It smelled warm, and almost like scented candles. Weird... She looked out of the window and moved to sneak out of the house but then she let out a small little whimper. She looked towards her back and saw her whole leg up to her ankle bandaged. God damn it. She looked to the human boy and moved upwards, nudging him slightly before waiting for him to wake up. Her throat felt dry and her mouth was very parched.

[I did a bit of a time skip :) ]

[fine with me x3]

Marcel had wanted to stay up long with the wolf at his side. He couldn't imagine just falling asleep next to this magnificent creature when he usually barely ever got to see one. Not to mention that he was afraid of waking up to find out it was all just a dream. But he body heat warmed him more than a blanket could and her fur so soft... He didn't even realize he had been asleep until he felt the wolf moving next to him. Blinking, Marcel sat up and gazed at her.

"Good morning," he greeted her with a smile before realizing that she wouldn't be looking at him with such wishful eyes it she didn't need something. So he stood up, his face thoughtful.

"What do you need?" he asked but quickly noticed she wouldn't be answering. Deciding that she might be able to walk on her own if she were on the floor, he cautiously picked her up and lowered her from the bed. Then he led the way to the doorway, next to which were two bowls, a big one with water and a slightly smaller one with some left over meat from dinner last night. Marcel wasn't sure the wolf would like it, but he knew he'd find it out soon enough. If she didn't want to eat this, they would find something else.

"Food and water right here," he pointed out.

She made a small growling sound as he felt his hands on her, her eyes glaring at him as her snout wrinkled up in distaste. She didn't like people touching her, she hadn't had human contact in a while. She lay down by the bowls, her fur making her comfortable against the wooden floor. Safira let out a little yawn. Safi drank the water first, her throat having been so parched and dry. Ugh, her limbs felt so tired. Safira didn't mind the leftover meat, it still smelled good and plus, she'd eaten stranger things just to keep alive so she didn't mind this. What was this? Steak? rib-eye? she hadn't had good meat in so long it was heard to tell what it was but her paws held it apart and she her canines bit down on the meat she was able to let the meat melt in her mouth. She was done quickly and licked her lips. Her lips curved upwards, as she lay her head down, her eyes casted upwards, giving him her best puppy face. With most luck, he'd get her extra food, she'd take a nice shower in human form and then she'd ditch.

[I was thinking after she took a shower and was in her human form, he'd walk in as she tried to find a towel? ]