Drowning With The Demons (Closed)

Upon opening her bright eyes to the sun's irritable greetings, she laid in bed for hours, only to then soon strip away the covers and eventually stand to her two feet in the intentions of actually doing something with her time. Her long lochs of dark ebony brown were a mess as they fell from the crown of her head and passed her shoulders, swirled in and out in extended waves till it reached the small of her toned back. Nothing more than a dark colored bra and ripped short-shorts upon her body other than the sun's gentle golden kiss to paint her entire canvas of flesh. The sound of the woods whispering outside her resides was enough to make her yawn and stretch before the sunlight, using it to it's personal advantage so that she'd finally wake up for once. As she did so, her silvers peered out into the distance to what lie waiting - adventure. All her life she had spent her time walking, traveling the open road and twists and turns to what the land was carved into. Now she had a reason to stay, or at least, for a while, that is until she decided there was something better for her out there than staying here for the rest of her pack-living. Her former beloved was out there, conquering something to what Vitani could never see herself to strive for unless handed it, however, her Alpha was the original, not her, and that made him far more important than any of their kind combined.

The tips of her fangs sharpened to a threatening point behind her perfectly plump lips, as she was growing tired of the happiness within the area to a point where she was about to growl to the heavens loudly enough to wake the entire pack. But she didn't, being demoted for that would only give her more of a reason to hate staying in places for very long, she needed to more, to travel - to run. The thought of sprinting out of reach from her pack's civilization made the corners of her cheeks rise and mold into a hopeful smirk, her eyes a wet, shimmery moon-like silver.

Grabbing her needed things together, she made the effort of packing it as neatly as she could in her small athletic bag. It had not taken long for her to brush her hair, though usually she just let it do as it pleased, as it never was the type to ever agree with her, not in primal nor in human form, that is. With ease, she strapped the bag over her shoulder. Before doing so, she slipped on a thin, white cover that was knitted into a sweater to what ended towards the mid of her abdomen. Underneath, she wore a tribal, light grey, blue and white bikini that only covered the intimate areas as small as possible against her toned curves. Her hip-bones jutted out of her lower stomach just above the string that held her bottoms together, slowly reaching up to view the little exposure of her boney ribs just below her sweater's hem. With that being done, Vitani strolled over to fix her hair once more before stepping out the mouth of her den and shift into her radiant other within seconds. The phasing was no longer as painful as it had been before, for she had performed it a plentiful amounts of times within her days of life and so forth. Now-a-days, it was almost a part of her, like as if she was used to the pain so much it didn't even make her flinch or cry. Looking left and right to see if anyone were watching, she was off into the forestry without a sound, dodging what was in her way and running with the wind like she had been born to do since the very beginning.

As she arrived to the destination, she peeked out of the shadows that roared with the echos of waves and silently poked her head out to see further of the land. When the coast was clear, the lycan peeled back into her human suit and exchanged positions to step out onto the soft sand that slid between her toes at contact. White rocks that stood above the surface of the water were crashed with the tide, smacked by it's pressure and over-lapped with the substance, only to become washed over once more. Her eyes watched as the waves came in and reversed back into the ocean, walking into a mild pace away from the timber to meet a shaded area where she could safely leave her things so that they'd not get stolen. She looked at her phone to remember the time and turn it off so that she would not become distracted with incoming messages or calls, only to switch the device for an iPod and small speaker to plug into it. Vitani there decided to make her own little party on the empty beach, taking advantage of the loneliness to take off her cover-up and untie the top-half of her bikini so that her breasts were exposed. At the sun's response, it instantly warmed her body and made her back glisten after she rubbed in a tanning lotion into her skin. Turning up the music louder, the werewolf lightly bobbed her head to the music and started after the water's edge - inch by inch dipping her figure into the ocean with each step she took in becoming swallowed by it's crystal surface.

Her head remained above the water so that she would easily breath, some surfaces of her body coming up above the water-line while the rest stayed floating beneath it in peace. Controlling her self to balance, she held out her arms and legs to glide over the top of the water on her back, resting her head backwards as she closed her eyes due to the blinding light from above. Her hair wove out in strange directions, spreading outwards as if they were the snakes of Medussa's head, weaving in and out with the current passing through. As her eyes stayed closed and the calls of seagulls above began to die off into the rest of the world, she contracted her muscles to relax and slowly began to drift off as she floated silently in one place.

Her nose twitched as a foreign smell wrapped and embraced her strong sense of smell within her nostrils. It smelt rotten, yet sweet, a feminine odor she assumed off the top of her head. Whilst floating there, she waved her hands in a slow, careful motion to appear oblivious to whom could be watching. She didn't want the creature to have knowledge of it's whereabouts and reasons why they were within her boundaries. The scent was more or less a bloodied aroma, and it certainly was not of life. It smelt dead, a carcass of an animal that was dried in the sun for far too long. Her eyes remained shut, the top layer of her skin sizzling in the sun's warmth as she could begin to even feel her human suit tan. The female's lips formed into a perfect answer, mouthing to the definition that only fit the things she could detect from such a distance. Vampire. They were the first monster to travel these lands before werewolves and humans claimed their lands before them. Her insides fumed and bubbled with a fiery blast of lava, the hatred growing and almost; almost sending her into a frenzy. Thankfully, she had the cold, reassuring water to cool her down long enough before her body could react by instinct.

Then suddenly a crack in the system began to glow and send hope to the resistance amongst the emptied beach. Tuning in, her hearing shifted towards the sand where the figure lay in waiting. They were not alone. Footsteps came pawing forwards from the tree-lined shadows, but she avoided to turn her head to look. Instead, Vitani casually floated herself over to hide a majority of her body behind a large white boulder jutting out of the water. Her heavenly figure leaned against it, rolling her eyes around to see the specks that formed to be two outlined bodies. The masculine body was not a vampire, for he was drenched in nothing more than her own scent of her pack. His features were god-like, and built for destruction, carved into every curve working down into his torso and so on. She couldn't help but stare a while before listening in on their conversation. Even his tone spoke intimidation, riddled with finesse and roguish rasps between words. Whomever this male could be, she was destined to know more of.

Her elbows stayed close to her body was the male began diving towards the water as if he were born to swim. His actions were flawless while cutting through the surface and up towards her. Vitani watched him do this until the time arrived where he finally met her area of comfort. She threatened to growl at him for getting too close, her eyes narrowing into a suspicious gaze before reminding her to loosen up and that he meant no disrespect. Being topless, the fact she kept her arms close abled her to keep herself covered, sort of. Her chest was hard to hide sometimes, especially now. Hey, such a simple response, said the obsidian brute. "Hello." She responded without by chance mentioning her name just yet till she knew of the vampire's actions towards shore. Her tone was smooth and struck with a reasonable irritation. It was only natural for her to feel this way whlie within a vampire's sights, let alone someone she had already met and barely knew. She didn't know whether to trust this werewolf aside her, but she couldn't help but at least try to. Choosing her own path, Vitani moved over and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, lightly allowing her body to press against his soaked fur beneath the water. She was very comfortable with her body, so no shame was ever given from the look on her face, "Having fun with vampy over there?" She joked, her sense of humor in sarcasm easy to detect. Knowing the male would probably ask for her name first, she tilted her head towards the beach and looked up into his eyes, "I'm Vitani by the way."