My home is the ocean. [tagged; luschka]

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Kipache Mane Crystoff
these words don't always come out right, i'm wasting time

He was always a fan of the water, gazing out at it and wondering what it would bring.. to travel the waves and feel as free as a bird. The wolf, as black as night, stood atop the rickety bridge, cautious in his steps incase it was to give way under his mass. He felt so alone standing there, with the wind arousing his hair and tugging at his heart strings. To be a wolf forever, an eternity with nothing but four legs and a tail. Could he survive? Kipache thought about it for a moment.. curious of the answer, but he knew that he couldn't find it himself. The wolf had tried many times, searched deep inside himself, to try and find the slightest ounce of hope that there would be something out there. It had never been found.

Of course there was something out there for him; there was something for everyone. But as a human, he was a stripper. Someone who sold his body for money. It was a great job, he loved the thrill and the sex that came from pretty girls afterwards.. but his problem was the after thoughts. To what he was now aware of, he had a child on the way. The thought petrified him. For a moment, it consumed all of him as he started down the bridge, mind dancing around in all different directions. He wasn't paying attention, too much to process all in one. The bridge shook underneath him and made noises, not something he was paying mind to until a board gave way and the lanky male stumbled downward. A small yelp of pain that now surged through his leg, and then a splash.

The black brute groaned, lifting his maw from the water to take a short breath, and then plopping back down. He hated being embarrassed, and now with the sudden urge to run and the sound of breath from close by, Kipache wanted to just get out of there. However, he knew that it was too late for that. Whoever was around had either seen what had happened, or was curious to what bloody idiot was sitting in such cold water. The tall male finally got the nerve to stand, legs cracking as he did so and pelt dripping with the cool liquid.. as much as he wanted to run, even then, he admired the feel of the water. It is no ocean, but it is much like home..

his voice was loud enough for those around to hear..
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A beautiful, well-muscled, snow-white, and glowing baby-blue eyed wolf stood at the shore watching him. There was a small smile on her lips as she watched him. She made a huffing sound that would be her laugh if she was in human form. The laugh was not at all a mockery of this black wolf, but a caring one. One that told him that she wanted to help. Are you okay? Do you need any help? That looked like a horrible fall. I've done that before. Sucked.

[/i] She examined this wolf. It was harder to tell who people were when in wolf form, but she still realized it after a short amount of time. Kipache Crystoff. Part of my pack. Twenty four years old, werewolf--of course--, and an occasional stripper...child on the way. She cocked her head, realizing that they had never formally met even though she was the Beta Female of his pack. She winked at him playfully and playfully held out a paw as if to shake his hand.

Luschka Desmile, Beta Female of Infiniteria. And you're Kipache Crystoff. Don't worry, I'm not a stalker; I just know who everyone is and everything about them.[/i] She chuckled--well sorta--and sat down, still keeping her paw raised. She smelled the air carefully, making sure no one was around. Thank God. No one was. Just in case, she listened for a radius of a mile. Nothing but animals. Smiling a wolfy grin and looked at Kip teasingly.[/center]