DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS ; open.

[enola]

ENOLA,
baby, we're just mismatched lovers.


Enola snorted, rising her head up above her neck with slow tension. Her grow still brought itself to it's last remanding vocals before she let it die out, still sturdy with herself in his way as though blocking him from removing himself from the area. He wasn't leaving without explaining, she'd tear him to the bone if he even considered it. "Quit it," he snapped and she simply bore her teeth at him, spitting slightly, as she flattened her ears against her head yet again in the beginning effort of a snarl. Enola caught herself, easing up slowly just as she'd done before. He was touching her in the wrong places with his actions and it was making her highly upset. His anger was feeding the 'fire' to her own and it was only so much longer before she snapped.

Her intense gaze blazed like a raging fire, the surrounding hues of orange merely lightning the inner colors. She was not happy with his demeanor at all. He proceeded with walking, Enola wasn't prepared and was left behind a couple of steps, then he turned around and spoke ; his black eyes staring at her. "Maybe I can't explain." She looked at him in amazement, lifting her head upwards and returning herself to her previous elegance. " Oh, fuck that, you're going t-- " she was cut off as he went on about the situation. "I can't remember anything from when I was living." Her annoyance and anger died down, she listened to his words and went over them time after time. A little part of her died inside. "The few things I do remember are torturous things. They haunt me, each and every day." She'd never fully understood until now, why he got so upset and never spoke of his past.


She knew slightly where he was coming from, but unlike him she, unfortunately, remembered everything that happened from her birth to her death and so on. It just wasn't possible to fathom what he was truly going through which is why she shut the hell up and simply listened. "I've been to Hell and back, Enola." Was his last comment and he began to walk again...without her following. Without asking her to come along. He just started walking. " Where the fuck are you going, Aelosyn ?? Get back here ! We're going to talk about this if I have to melt your wings to the ground !! She hissed, kicking up dirt as she raced after him and bounded to cut him off. She was not letting him go that easily. With her being in front of him, she roughly grabbed his ear and began to drag him back to their previous area. She was going to make him stop and he was going to let her listen.

[comments] lalalala. fun fun enola.

[AELOSYN .]

A e l o s y n.
^{never forgive, never forget.}

By this time, Aelosyn had managed to calm down a little bit. His fur was flat, his ears were up, yet a little droopy. His wings sagged, worn out from his previous fury. His eyes were still narrowed, but they were a dark gray, a step above the black. So, that was a start. He still was content with ignoring Enola, though. It was hard with her voice screaming at him the whole time, askew with curses and harsh tones. Where the fuck are you going, Aelosyn ?? Get back here ! We're going to talk about this if I have to melt your wings to the ground !!

He stopped, a low growl emitting from his maw. She was in front of him now, and before he knew it, she had his ear in her jaws, and began to drag him. Actually drag him. With a snarl, he ripped his ear away from her, tearing it, making it bleed. Without so much as a tiny whimper he sat down, glaring at Enola. "God dammit, Enola!" He snarled angrily, looking away from her, trying to calm himself down again. "Fine, you want to know? I'll tell you." He growled quietly, looking her straight in the eyes. Aelosyn drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

After a few seconds of silents, he began into his history. The parts he could remember, anyway. "I don't remember if I had siblings or not, and if I did, my father probably killed them..." His voice trailed off, his eyes blackening again. "I don't remember much of my parents...only that my father was the most vile piece of shit I have ever came across." Aelosyn said, a deep hatred, like venom, seeping into his voice. Aelosyn was silent for a moment, barely recognizing his own voice. Usually his voice had a dark, musical quality about it, but now, it was husky and harsh. Shaking off his own thoughtfulness, he began speaking again, in a quieter tone.

"I remember being groomed and bred for assassination. That's what I was, an assassin.I never really had a choice. When my father wanted his dirty work done, he sent me to do it." There was more on the topic, yet Aelosyn refused to say anything more about it. So, he skipped a few things in his head. "Cyril." He said, very strickenly, very softly. His voice was tender, yet angry. "She was...a lover of sorts. My good old father killed her." He snarled through gritted teeth. "...I don't remember anything else about her except that I loved her, and that she was mercilessly struck down." His voice was soft, somber whisper.

Tension and sadness crackled in the air around him, the shadows very long, some of them eclipsing his whole body. The crows sang in their own unique way, and the cold wind blew through the dark trees. For a moment, Aelosyn watched the scenery around him, taking it in. And then he remembered he had a story to tell. "See that scar?" He asked softly, motioning to his throat with his muzzle. Aelosyn smiled a grim smile. "He killed me too."

[enola]

ENOLA,
i'm bad, but I look so good

Enola's body jerked forward, her mouth snapping shut against her teeth as the leverage between her jaws slipped, more so ripped, from her grip. Spitting, she removed the rest of the remaining hair from her mouth and turned around only for him to begin bellowing at her once again. " STOP FUCKING DOING THAT ! " she barked, her brows furrowing and her body tensing up slightly as she stared at him, full on. "Fine, you want to know? I'll tell you." Her ears perked upwards, her face fully surprised ; she thought she'd have to pry it from him. Settling down, she eased her bottom towards the ground as he began to speak on certain points that her remembered. His words were ruthless and unethical, uncollected and far worse from when he was angry before ; he hated his father truly. "I don't remember if I had siblings or not, and if I did, my father probably killed them. I don't remember much of my parents...only that my father was the most vile piece of shit I have ever came across. I remember being groomed and bred for assassination. That's what I was, an assassin. I never really had a choice. When my father wanted his dirty work done, he sent me to do it."

A sigh of relief let go from her airways and she looked at him intently. She would be able to speak with him on most parts, except the love thing since she wasn't necessarily allowed to love. " Lord. Aelosyn is that all ? I thought you were traumatized or something, someone beat you down or something. " she began, diverting her gaze to something else as she tried to find the right words to proceed on. " Her name was Talyza. You know her most likely from stories. She was a backstabbing and treacherous heathen. From what I recall, but she was my mother. Under her tooth and claw she killed many, stole from people, and even blackmailed them. She wasn't favored. She's much like your father, i'll get to that however. My father, you know him, ran into her on unfortunate terms and she ended up baring two of his genes. Banquo, my brother, and me. She gave Banquo away the day after he was born and even then she refused to give him the proper care ; she hates the male gender because Randolph, my grandfather, literally beat her into insanity. Anyways, I was her bidder from then on and I go quite the name as you've probably figured, too. " she paused, taking a relaxing breath and licking her lips while she continued to remain focused on his facial expression. " However, I didn't really start to steer from it until after I died, which is a long story. She still beckons me to this day on random occasions to kill people. I'm no assassin, i'm more of a Bounty Hunter, if you may. I kill those that no one else has been able to kill. I'm trained like that. Yet, unlike you, i'm too afraid of my mother to even think about rejecting her will. She's too....powerful and destructive. Insane, even. I just don't know. I'm not allowed to do more things then i'll even be able to think of in my lifetime : distractions she says. " she snorted at the last bit, looking down then back up as she looked over towards him. He wasn't alone in this, no reason for him to even think so. Including the bit of which she nimbly walked forth and placed her head at his neck, nuzzling him slightly, though her movements were cautious and rigid as always ; it meant something.

[ooc]; she talks WAYYY too much in this one, sorry.

[AELOSYN .]

A e l o s y n.
^{never forgive, never forget.}

Inside, Aelosyn felt a little bit better. It felt good to get some of that rage out, some of those feelings. His eyes were still black, a sign of his anger, but he felt better, and he saw that as a step in the right direction. Lord. Aelosyn is that all ? I thought you were traumatized or something, someone beat you down or something. Now, this pissed him off. "He did beat me down." He growled, yet it sounded more like a hiss. He was going to say something else, but Enola was already talking about her story, so he politely listen, ears perked, eyes gazing thoughtfully.

Her name was Talyza. You know her most likely from stories. She was a backstabbing and treacherous heathen. From what I recall, but she was my mother. Under her tooth and claw she killed many, stole from people, and even blackmailed them. She wasn't favored. She's much like your father, i'll get to that however. My father, you know him, ran into her on unfortunate terms and she ended up baring two of his genes. Banquo, my brother, and me. She gave Banquo away the day after he was born and even then she refused to give him the proper care ; she hates the male gender because Randolph, my grandfather, literally beat her into insanity. Anyways, I was her bidder from then on and I go quite the name as you've probably figured, too.

Hearing her words, he softened. Not just his eyes, but his whole frame, his body language. Blinking, he continued to listen with genuine sympathy, although he knew that she wouldn't want his sympathy. Then again, he didn't want hers either. However, I didn't really start to steer from it until after I died, which is a long story. She still beckons me to this day on random occasions to kill people. I'm no assassin, i'm more of a Bounty Hunter, if you may. I kill those that no one else has been able to kill. I'm trained like that. Yet, unlike you, i'm too afraid of my mother to even think about rejecting her will. She's too....powerful and destructive. Insane, even. I just don't know. I'm not allowed to do more things then i'll even be able to think of in my lifetime : distractions she says.

Aelosyn was speechless. How was he supposed to even reply to that? But, he took comfort in the fact that he knew where she was coming from. "Parents like our should have never been allowed to concieve," He grumbled sullenly. He then paused for a moment, black eyes watching her carefully. They followed her as she moved, even when her muzzle touched his fur. As she nuzzled him, a shockwave of feeling ran through him. He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but it was feeling. Understanding, perhaps? He said nothing, did nothing for a moment. Finally, he decided what to do. Leaning down a little, craning his neck, he gently bumped his nose to her ear.

"Thank you,"

[enola]

ENOLA,
sweeping up broken glass, after every fight.


Enola ignored his little put in, staring at him roughly as if demanding he shut up at that moment ; her did, on his own accord, and listened intently to what she had to say. Satisfied, she licked her lips and continued up until the end with her fiery gaze limited on him and him only. The sympathy in his eyes made her harden and she spoke gruffly between her clenched teeth for moments of a time before he recognized his mistake, on his own at that. Ending, she sighed a little and peeked at him from a side glance. He couldn't possibly have anything to say from now on about his past life, his family. "Parents like our should have never been allowed to conceive," Enola pondered on this for some time, looking around sternly before she concluded her response. " Actually, I'm slightly happy my mother's who she is....i'd never had been so successful and 'famous' without her constant bantering. " she spoke in a quiet tone, in an attempt not to bother him with her words.

When she nuzzled him, he was obviously shocked by his hesitant nature, but she continued to do it none-the-less. Eventually, she stopped and backed up a couple of steps before she felt his nose on her ear. "thank you" he commented and she simply nodded and turned around, heading off back to her previous area. They'd wandered some ways and she was extremely irritated with the movements going on, her bones were jerking back and forth from lack of stretching and she really needed some rest - even if a lay down was efficient. " Think nothing of it. You coming ? " she turned around, peering at him gently, before turning back around and proceeding back to the vicinity.


[ooc] sorry this is short. LSFINSF