Biting Down (open)

[nala]

Ranoth.
It feels better biting down.
Breathed so deep I thought I'd drown.

Cold breaths of mother nature swept over the devils heated summer, putting him in his place and encasing the homeland in an eerie victory that would soon be ominously followed by the death of all. Ranoth stood proud, as he always stood, his splotched coat encased in a thick fog that hung over the peninsula. This wasn't his place of birth, but the large, old male knew this was where the devil's last warm breaths hovered. His pelt wasn't wet, not even moist, but something was weighing him down today nonetheless. His crimson mane hung low on his neck and his ears were uninterested in the noises that moved around him. His eyes closed slowly and stayed shut for moments before blinking open once more.

"Sarth!" He called out suddenly, not knowing if she was near enough to respond or hear his calling. Their relationship was like this though, relying heavily on the other whilst putting no effort into their own side. It was quite difficult to keep running. With each season, however, Ranoth felt a deeper connection to the cold lady. He hung his head and searched for the word that described them.

[Seele]

This year hadn't been kind to the older mare. She didn't do well in the cold anymore and it seemed her health was slowly declining. She didn't look as full and her coat was loosing the glossy shine that Sarth prided herself on.

Today she was alone, something that happened rarely with all her children still in 'the nest' as she called it. She could hardly ever get away from her daughter Iadeth, and even more difficult to be found without Ranoth. Sarth sighed as she lay on a soft bed of leaves and grass, though it turned into a light cough that left her light headed.

She had just let her thoughts begin to wonder when she heard the distant call of her mate. Sarth groaned in agitation and slowly lifted herself onto her feet. Shaking the leaf litter from her side she couldn't help thinking of just ignoring him. It wasn't her place, however, to make that decision. Her mate had the finale say in everything the family did, and if he wanted to speak with her it was her duty to answer.

She picked her feet up and moved into a floaty trot towards him, she wasn't very far away, a couple minutes at her current pace would see them together. Her expression turned angry as she neared his large frame through the fog," What do you want Ranoth, I was enjoying myself with the thought of never seeing you again!" It wasn't true of course but she couldn't help putting the idea in his head.

OOC: I kinda like her lol

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[nala]

Ranoth.
It feels better biting down.
Breathed so deep I thought I'd drown.

"Wretch." He growled at her angry response to his calling. He hadn't really need her in the first place, but still he didn't feel quite up to her biting attitude today. He scoffed openly, trotting briskly to the place she was and circling her with a heavy prancing gate, his teeth grazing her back in a warning. "Where is our child?" The question wasn't one of extreme importance. Their crop of children had been trained young to survive without the aid of a parent. Sarth wasn't exactly the most loving of all mothers. Then again, Ranoth wasn't the best of fathers either. 

Impervious. That was what they were. Both stubborn and unapproachable beyond words, but still they remained together in their hatred, secretly loving every minute of it. He stood beside her now, no longer touching but slowly breathing. He thought to himself for a few more moments as they stood side by side, partners in their own cruel, distasteful worlds. "I think we should move south. Winter isn't favoring me." His words were direct and to the point. She shouldn't question him, but nonetheless he waited for her testy patience. He wanted to know what she thought, but he didn't know how to ask her.