And the pain; [it’s] s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g /away/

[Shadow Spirit]

If its not your blood I want...then what is it?

Anarchy reeled, shaking his head to rid himself of the shock. That was something he had not expected...and he enjoyed it. A devious smiled crept over his face and he narrowed his eyes mischieviously at Hiddenwrath. Then he plunged his muzzle against her belly, nuzzling her rapidly. He knew it was invasive, but so far he liked her reactions...

[Hiddenwrath]

She didn’t know if she quite liked that look.
His devious smile.

“You lecherous beast!”

But Hiddenwrath was laughing, as he nuzzled into the soft white fur of her stomach.
She retaliated, quickly, her hind legs play-boxing him lightly as she tried half-heartedly to escaped his torture.

It was one thing to be invasive of another space; but the fluffy she-cat welcomed it, actually.

She liked the feeling that she was important to someone, and more than just a useful warrior.

That hurt to think about though, the good life she choose to leave.

But it had been her choice.

[Shadow Spirit]

What is love...why do we feel it so strongly?

Anarchy continued his "torture" for several long moments, avoiding her kicks with ease. The soft fur of her belly felt good against his face and the lusty part of him was enjoying this normally restricted contact. He finally stopped and sprawled himself on the ground, his forelegs resting on her belly.

"So...will the opposition retaliate?" he asked, a gleam in his orange eyes. This was the way it would be, even courtship would be a match between "opponents."

[Hiddenwrath]

Play.
Courtship?
This was enjoyable.

The pure freedom of their lives…
…so entwined with one another…

“Retaliate, hm?”

Hiddenwrath seemed to relax, looking at Anarchy with half-lidded, joyous hazel hues.
Then, quicker than a striking adder, she struck!

She moved, an orange and white streak, attempting to plop her fluffy bulk on Anarchy and pin him beneath her with another laugh.

…and oh, that would be just the mere start.

[Shadow Spirit]

All the victories in the world...would mean nothing without you...

Anarchy was surprised at her strength, as she sent him flipping over backwards.

"So the opposition advances!" he mock-snarled, grinning at her with ambitious eyes. He was at her mercy, for the moment.

[Hiddenwrath]

“And the opposition chooses to hold the ground gained, rather than loose it.”

How true those words were.
If Anarchy could seen the burning message behind it.

Hazel hues met those ambitions orange ones; a smile adorning her face once again.
There was more strength to her than what met the eye.

Her head lowered, rubbing her face along his, down to his throat.
A most sensitive area.

Which she chose to proceed to nip mercilessly.

[Shadow Spirit]

A strange feeling...a wonderful feeling...

Anarchy laughed off the first bit, but when she started to nip at him, he retaliated. Batting at her face with sheathed claws, he tried to deter her from her pursuit. His back legs beat against her belly, trying to regain control of this "war dance."

"You little devil!" he meowed between purrs. Having his sensitive neck caressed was thrilling, but her teeth were another story.

[Hiddenwrath]

Hiddenwrath held her ground, just like her words had stated. The paw bats to her face weren’t done with force, so she didn’t even blink at them.

Her head lifted up, the playful nipping stopped.

“Now when did I become a devil?”

But there was laughter in her voice, happiness flowing ever movement she made.

Last she checked; she was the good one in the relationship.
But, with him, would she remain good?

Or would he corrupt her in ways she couldn’t even imagine?

[Shadow Spirit]

Will you give in or will you challenge me?

Anarchy had expected that reaction. Now he turned the tables in his favor again, throwing his weight up and trying to push her back down.

"You should know by now...not to let your guard down around me..." he said, his eyes gleaming and that same devious smile on his face. Regardless of how much she resisted, he resumed his merciless licking and nuzzling of her neck and belly.

[Hiddenwrath]

(One minute you're on top)
The next you're not watch it drop
(Making your heart stop)
Just before you hit the floor
(One minute you're on top)
Next you're not missed your shot
(Making you're heart stop)
You think you've won
(And then its all gone)

“And you should know by now…”

Hiddenwrath gasped between bursts of laughter and a futile attempt to catch her breath.

“…I do what I want.”

What if she wanted to let her guard down around him?
What if that was what she wanted?

She squirmed, wiggling herself backwards amusingly to escape his merciless licking.
Stop.
Don’t stop.

[Shadow Spirit]

So much trust...why me?

"It still amazes me that you trust me enough to do this..." he said, staring into her hazel eyes with such conviction it was startling. "Of course, don't think that means I'll go easy on you..."

With that, he grasped at her hips with his paws and tried to haul her back to him.

[Hiddenwrath]

We love our tragedies.
We're both broken in our own little ways
We're broken, but we fit together just right
You know I saw the black inside your eyes
I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right.

“You’ve not yet given me a reason to not.”

Her own conviction.
After all he had said to her…
All that he told her…

His past.
The things he’d done.
Crimes he had committed.

And she still trusted him.

She struggled, still, to get away from his paws, kicking lightly at him again with her hind legs as she moved to roll onto her belly and dart off.

[Shadow Spirit]

Dark desires...

"Oh no you don't..." Anarchy said, a devilish smile on his face. He kept his weight on her, so she couldn't roll over. Then he proceeded to lick her neck and ears, drawing his tongue over them slowly. His silvery legs kept her still as he unleashed his pent up desire.

[Hiddenwrath]

Wait for me. Trust for me.
Fall for me. Even when you don't know you're falling for me.
Will you fall for it? If it should, it'll come around again.
But don't wait for me. And don't trust in me. Don't fall for me.
Even when you know you're falling for me.

“Eep.”

Hiddenwrath squeaked, as she found her means of escape were so neatly cut off. Well, she had tried. Well now, if she couldn’t escape…she better enjoy it, huh? The fluffy she-cat butted her head closer to him and his rasping tongue; a low purr bubbling from the depths of her body.

They were free.
She was free.

With only their hearts to follow; only their paths to seek.
No one to lead them.
To order them.

Hiddenwrath knew what it was now, that burned through her.
What Kestrel had hinted at.
Love.
It was such a powerful emotion; to sweep through her senses and completely take over.

[Shadow Spirit]

You're the antidote that gets me by...something strong like a drug that gets me high...

Anarchy was pleased that she had finally ceased struggling. He leaned his face close to hers and licked her maw, as close as a cat could get to a kiss...

[Hiddenwrath]

A gentle link from her followed his; angled across his maw to the side of his face.
A smile, soft and pretty.

“Let’s not stop here Anarchy. We’re still too close to Risingclan and Boneclan.”

But where would the two go?
Even in the rogue meadow they wouldn’t be safe.

And the clans were out of the question as well.

Was there really a place in the valley where they could escape everyone else, save each other?

[Anarchy]

I can't escape myself...so please help me tame this rage inside...

Anarchy finally ceased his attack and sat up, allowing Hiddenwrath to get up.

"Where can we go...?" he asked, the happy spark gone from his eyes and the calculating gleam returning.

[Shadow Spirit]

I can't escape myself...so please help me tame this rage inside...

Anarchy finally ceased his attack and sat up, allowing Hiddenwrath to get up.

"Where can we go...?" he asked, the happy spark gone from his eyes and the calculating gleam returning.

[Hiddenwrath]

She sat up.
Her gaze on him and only him.

“Anarchy…”

His name was a soft breath; emitted from her maw.
Where could they go?

“We’ll go where our paws take us.”

That sounded like a good idea.
It was a start, at least.

“Maybe there will be a place for us on the borders of the valley.”

[Shadow Spirit]

I'm not going to leave you...but where can we live?

Anarchy studied the she-cat with his orange eyes. Brightly gleaming demon's orbs, set into the face of a killer...and a lover.

"There's a chance...not a good one, but there's a slim chance that we could find a piece of land that NONE of the Clans have laid claim too..." he said. He looked around a bit, seeming to size up the territory around him. Then he suddenly seemed to regain composure and faced her again. "Regardless, we need to start looking...before the war erupts...so let's go."

The silver and black tom stood and began walking away, flicking his tail for her to follow.