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The large black stud was on the move again. When he had been chasing Ira and felt as if something was wrong with his mistress, he left, not exactly caring whether his herd followed him or not. And now that's where he was. He was traveling across borders like his was his job, going to and fro all parts of Kentucky to find her. At one part, he found a big ranch's property on which he rested his herd. He had to deal with the rancher's hands, employees, and their horses. That's how Black's herd went from 107 to 66. Of course, some of the ranch's horses didn't make it. So, they needed the horses really. After that episode, Black took what was left and headed for Wyoming, encountered predators and the like.

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She finally staggered out of the trees a week from the day she escaped. She needed amenities. She had a bladder infection, she needed to shave more places than one, her body was reasonably clean, but soap was desperately needed. The gum tree branch she broke off daily worked as an excellent toothbrush, but she needed the real thing. And her clothes....she was practically walking around in her brazir and panties. But that wasn't the worst. She had a couple of cougars, male and female, that were tracking her trail. So she had not been able to sleep for the past week. That just added to her desperation. She still had that stainless steel kitchen knife in her hand, the thick, foot long blade glinting in the dying sunlight.

Her hair was thrown back and had collected twigs and leaves and even a flower or two; however, that was inevitable being as it was as long as the small of her back. She was in a meadow now, the snow-capped mountains towering around her. The sun was fading fast, and it was getting very very cold. And she was utterly alone. There was alpine forests and golden meadows as far as the eye could see in one direction and then just before her, maybe 5 miles off, was the thick mass of coniferous trees, evergreens. Sighing, Roxxy looked around and for the first time since she left her pretending fame, she felt cold and abandoned, left alone. And the girl inside her, the 18 year old, wanted to cry. That's how old she was, 18, and already she'd had a life of death and tragedy that most would never have to engage in.

She found a place in the center of where she was at and found some stones to make a small circle and then tore some plants and tried wearily to make a fire as the temperature was dropping rapidly, already at a chilling 33 degrees. She began rubbing herself, trying to fasten her circulation. Finally, it caught, but it was only a small flame. Frantically throwing some tinder on it and getting on her knees to blow on it, something caught her eye. Then, something flickered in her peripheral visioin in the other direction, to the left of her. Swiveling her head that way, her heart began to beat faster. Humans were something she could deal with...but animals, cougars, brought dangerous to a whole new level.

She could hear the excited scream of a large, very large hell-cat. Quickly picking up her knife, she went into a hunter's crouch, every muscle in her tight body flexxing and tense. All of a sudden, he jumped. And so did she, the other cougar. They were coming to her front and to her back. They had been trying to trap her. With a snarl of her own, Roxxy rolled to the side, making sure that she didn't stab herself. And the two mountain lions were not far behind. Coming to a stop in her roll, she didn't have time to get back into her crouch because a heavy beast was suddenly on her side, clawing her ribs. They left massive, deep gashes. She screamed, but that's not all Roxanna did.
Wielding the knife, she viciously stabbed the male puma.

Fortunately, it was the right spot. She went straight into the lung and scored down, then pulled out the butcher knife. The cougar screamed in agony and fell off, but Roxxy wasn't done. Apparently, neither was the puma. When Roxxy stood up and was about to come down on him, he reared, his body towering over her and his daggers outstretched. His teeth went to her throat, but the knife beat him first. It went across his throat, blood spurting out all over Roxxy's face, but the cougar fell backwards on his back with a dying growl and didn't get back up. She let her guard down. But then, it hit her. Where did his mate g- She found her.

The teeth pierced the back of her neck, but before the hold could be any good, Roxxy threw her head back as she used her legs to flip herself and the devilish creature on her back. She landed on the female cougar, and their screams blended as one. The claws had slashes from her arms to meet in the center of her back, getting deeper as they went. But being as the cat's paws were crushed behind her back, she raised the knife above her head and came down hard onto of the lion's head, going straight through the skull with a disgusting, wet crack. It was over. With a cry, she wrenched free the knife, and rolled onto the bloody grass onto her belly. She had no strength.

She tried to army crawl to the little fire that was left, but she couldn't even make it the 7 feet there. She felt the tears come from her eyes and she knew she was going to die there. She struggled to inch her body as much as she could but a moment later, she just stopped and let the tears fall down her face, the only warmth she felt. She was looking into the tiny blaze and saw something so beautiful, she had to cry. She saw Sawyer. "Sawyer...I love you...I love you for loving me even though I've wronged you so much. I love you with everything I had. I was always yours. I will always be yours..." She could hear her heart slow, and all of a sudden, she felt very sleepy. But she didn't want to go! She wanted to talk to her love, her Sawyer.

She forced her eyes to stay open and her voice became even weaker and rougher. "I'm having Devon's baby, if my body can take it... but it's okay, we can raise her. It's not her fault for what Devon-G- did to me.... But she'll look so much like you, because Devon looked similar to you...I love you, Sawyer...I've always loved you, since the day I saw you.... You can't...see yourself...but I see you...everyday...even when you're...not with me." Tears came faster now and she smiled at him as Sawyer's image in the flame smiled at her so sweetly. She tried to raise a hand to touch his face, but she couldn't move. She felt like she was lead.

It was dying. The flame was going out as the temperature descreased to 15 degrees. Roxxy closed her eyes, just for a moment, and slowly opened them to find the flame shrinking before her eyes, "SAWYER!!! Sawyer! Don't leave me, please! I'm sorry I left, but I couldn't let you get hurt!! I'm sorry! Please don't leave me!" She had tears coming down, pouring as she finally got the strength to raise her hand, as if to stop the flame and image from finally flickering and dying, surrounding her in coldness, death, and darkness. She sobbed quietly, weakly. She let go of the muscles in her arm and her hand fell to the wet, freezing ground. She whispered softly, "I love you, Sawyer. I love you, forever." Roxxy closed her and her breathing became slower and slower.

She lived in a cabin, peaceful and by herself with her gentle Clydesdale gelding, Domino, and a sturdy little Welsh Cob mare named Charm. Except now, she was on her way back from her monthly journey to town for supplies. She usually didn't travel at night, but she was eager to try out a new recipe that she'd heard about. "C'mon Domino! Charm's abeatin' you! With your pace, we'll get to Gosa's Meadow in hours. We only lack a mile or two!" She was a fiesty little woman of 52, a natural pioneer who had a dear love for animals and nature. It was why she had come to the mountains in the first place. But even she was wary of the wilderness and all its inhabitants. That's why she took her horses and that's why she kept up a constant stream of babble.

However, it was in the rare moment of darkness when she heard both Charm and Domino shy and whinny nervously. She rounded on them, "Now! Here, we make this wal-" It was then that she heard the scream of a mountain lion. She whipped back around, towards the meadow they were heading to. Before she could say anything else, the scream of a young woman was heard also. "BY GOD!! She's in trouble!!" For an older woman, she moved quickly. She moved the saddle bags from Charm to Domino and taking his rope in hand, she got on the Welsh and urged her into action. "HURRY, CHARM, MY GOD, HELP ME, HURRY!" They hadn't gone through the forest. They took the longer, safer way, which was a wide path that had been used for decades.

Domino, usually gentle and slightly lazy, became the hard-working draft his ancestors were. Charm wasn't much different. She was racing over the dirt path as fast as her short legs could take her, which to her credit, was pretty fast. (I mean, geez, she's a horse.) The meadow was two miles away. And after they made it here, the woman looked to be dead. Dropping everything and hopping off, Dorothy, commonly known as Dot, trotted/jogged/ran to the severely injured, scantily clad young woman. By this time, Roxxy had already closed her eyes. Getting down on her knees, Dot checked her pulse to find it extremely faint. Even in that faintness, though, there was hope.

Although she had wounds everywhere, so much so that Dot wondered how she could ever live, the old woman could tell she was very beautiful, exotic looking. In a soft voice, she spoke to Roxanna, "I'm sorry honey, but I have to move you. I'll fix you up. Just don't die on meh." Looking around, she was shocked to find a blood-stained knife in her hand and a huge cougar laying not three feet from her. She must've been too preoccupied not to see it before. And then, just a little more ways away, there was an even larger mass distinguishable in the darkness. "By God....she killed two of them." The words were solid in wonder and awe. Suddenly remebering her task, she looked to the two larger silhouettes, one of them gargantuan, and whistled three low notes consecutively.

On command, the Clydesdale approached, though hesitantly. He smelled blood. "Hurry, Domino! Quick! She's dying. Hasn't got a lot of time." She heard a protesting grunt, but then the enormous equine finally placed four big hooves beside Roxxy's fragile body. "Get down, Dom." Commanded, there was a groaning and then the big bay was on his knees, waiting patiently. Dot wasn't far behind. She gently scooped up the woman who was taller than she was and layed her on the large, broad back of Domino. Making him stand back up, she ushered him around the dead bodies and back to the path, where they hurriedly made their way 17 more miles down the makeshift road to get to her cabin.

Roxxy woke up in a warm, sky blue room, feeling pain she had only experienced once. After Dimitri beat her the second time. She didn't understand. This was not Heaven. It wasn't because she felt pain, lots of it. She gave a weak yelp and tried to crane her head, but it appeared the only thing she could move was her eyes and eyelides. She suddenly felt the flambuoyant presence of a woman. Then, she heard her. She was looking into a face of a woman who had to be older, but who had nutbrown hair in a long brain, barely any wrinkling, worried brown eyes, and a sturdy frame about 4'11". "Oh good! You're awake! I was getting worried!" Dot crooned as she tenderly wiped Roxxy's forehead with a grandmotherly fondness.

Putting a little chair to the bed Roxxy was laying on, she smiled. "Now....let me tell you everything, before you ask any questions. You're like my son, always having a query at the edge of your tongue! Now...." She looked into the distance thoughtfully, then came back in a rush. "My name is Dorothy, but you can call me Granny Dot, sweetheart. You're at my cabin and I've been treating you since I picked you up from your camp where you killed two mountain lions -my, my! I don't even know how you did it! And with a broken leg!- and you've been asleep for...umm...I believe 5 days." She had to think about the last one. But she hadn't answered one question of Roxxy's.

She suddenly found her tongue, which was swollen, and asked in a raw voice, "Where am I? State?" At this, Dot gave her a sweet smile and put her hand on Roxxy's arm. "Darling, you're in Colorado." At this, Roxxy fainted.

Several minutes later, after fanning the heck out of her, Roxxy came to, greeted by those concerned brown eyes that had specks of gold in them. "Sweetie! Sweetie! Are you okay?!" Putting the back of her hand on Roxxy's cheek and then forehead, she gave a soft gasp. "Oh, my!! You're runnin' a high fever, bless your heart!" Roxanna looked at her and gave her a soft smile. She loved this woman, this dear old heart, already. "Granny Dot, calm down... I'll be alright. I'm just in a lot of pain. And my name's Roxxy, short for Roxanna." Her smile widened as much as it could and she gave a slight chuckle which made her wince and tears sprang to her eyes. "Howdy."

During the days that followed, which turned into weeks, and then a whole month went by. But by the end of it, Roxxy was just in love with Granny Dot, the bouncy woman with so much love in her heart, and her two horses, who she rode most everyday. She loved the pony especially, though it seemed she could sit on Charm and her toes still touch the ground...though that was an exaggeration. So, she would ride Domino lots of the time, who didn't seem to mind at all, but the gelding was so wide that she looked like she was doing the splits like she was on him. But soon enough, she got to where she would look in the mirror after a shower and she could see the healed scars, all over her tan body, and she knew it was time to go.

So, she came up to Granny Dot one morning. "Granny Dot. I have to leave." They were eating eggs and bacon with toast when Roxanna spoke ever so softly. Her sparkling blue eyes looked up and the long, waving tresses moved up her shoulders as she gazed at the woman she had come to love as a grandmother and friend. "I have to get to Kentucky. The man I love, my family, everyone I know is there." There was something in Granny's eyes that made her want to look away. Maybe it was the loneliness. But suddenly, it was gone, replaced by tender understanding. "Would you like to go today?" She saw her nodding and then sighed. "Alright...Get what you can from the kitchen...and take the biggest knife you can find. I want you to be safe."

After doing what was asked, Roxxy had a bag with biscuits and goat jerky. And her knew knife, which looked just like the one before. Taking her outside, Granny Dot looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "I wish you were my grandchild, Roxxy." "I wish I was too, Dot." After a final embrace, Roxanna gave Dom and Charm a big hug and kiss and then waved good-bye, heading for the Alpine forest in the short cotton dress that all could be offered from Dot's closet.

She had been told from her stay with Granny Dot that her cabin was actually very close to a small town, but she never went to that town because the other town had friends and more of a selection of supplies. The small town that she didn't go to was about a day's journey away. That's where Roxxy was going. And 70 miles was doable and that night, Roxxy was making camp about 3 miles away when things in her life changed in an unexpected way. It was her third month away from her love and Black, all she missed dearly. She was reminiscing when she heard the throaty, but sorrowful yowling sound. It was getting colder and she could only think of one animal that came on cold nights: cougars. Taking the knife, she went into a crouch and slowly made her way towards the sound. But as it became clearer away from the crackle of the campfire, she recognized it for what it was. Also, when she came closer, the smell of rotting flosh entered her nostrils. Putting the knife down, she scrambled to the bush. And sure enough, behind the bush was a mountain lion cub, yowling for its dead mother, who was young looking...even for a cougar. It seemed to have died a few hours ago.

Looking at the cub, Roxxy's survival need told her to take out the cub, that it's cries would attract other predators. But, Roxxy was still Roxxy. Taking the crying cub in her arms, she endured the clawing, but realized with starkness that the poor baby was shivering, freezing to death. It's yelling had grown louder, but she began to hurriedly stroke it, trying to calm it. But it was hissing and screaming and clawing, but Roxanna still held on, saying through clenched teeth, "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll get you warm." It was a miracle. 30 minutes later, the thing was nestled in Roxxy's arms with a bloated belly and a warm body. (Roxxy would later complain about Russia eating all her jerky.)

That morning, the crying had stopped but Russia, as Roxxy had named her, was still hesitant to trust her. But through more jerky, she let Roxxy hold her. And through the miles, the three remaining ones, Roxanna had managed to get Russia so attached to her, that when she put her down, the two month old cub would just follow her. The cub seemed to finally understand that its own mother was dead and Roxxy provided food and her touch was soothing. Roxxy equalled her new mother.

Coming into town, Roxxy had to hide Russia. She had eaten all her food yesterday and had a sheath for the knife on a band that was around her upper thigh like a garter. So, she cut upen the felt bag and made a blanket out of it, coming into one of the diners. She was holding Russia like a baby. "Russia...you've got to be extremely quiet. Ya hear. Go to sleep. Please." Giving the cub a quick kiss before she tried to claw her face, as she still wasn't used to intimacy, she walked into the diner. She met the waiter, who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her, even with all the scars on her long legs and arms. "Um...do you have a phone?" With a shaky nod, he took her to it.

Roxxy almost burst into tears. She almost did. She replied in a choked voice, "Thank you." She picked up the phone, as if she were frightened of it. She was. She was so used to people watching her, and she half expected G's automated voice to be heard at the end of the line telling her to try again another time when they weren't looking. She was free. Almost. Not delaying any longer, she dialed the Contaro's number and waited for an answer....

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[/b] Roxxy, Sawyer, Syra, Evean, Andre, Alex, Dimonte
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] Nice
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CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
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NOTES!?![/b] *sings* SOMETIMES I DON'T WANNA FEEL BETTER!! SOMETIMES I DON'T WANNA BE PUT BACK TOGETHER. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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He tossed and turned all night. Groaning in his sleep, he was still thinking about his win in his first three races. Storm was already a celebrity at the track. Alex had already bred him to three mares. He was so proud of his stallion. But, Alex, as out there as he was, couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

It was around midnight when he sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He looked out his window and his ja fell. A thin blanket of snow covered the ground. The small flakes still falling from the sky that seemed a purple colour. Luckily it wasn't a blizzard. Just a light snow. He tossed the covers and got to his feet. Feeling his way through the dark toward his closet in search of a shirt.

He went the small ways down the hall and into Dimonte's room. The doctor was srawled out, his large muscular frame seemed to take up 99% of the space on the bed. He was still clothed, he must've gotton home only hours earlier. The people at the hospital thought of Dimonte as a god already. Swine flu had drifted into Shady Lane and eight children had already fallen ill. Sawyer worked with the kids during business hours three days a week. It kept his mind off of other things.

Alex had seemed to forget how good Sawyer was with kids. The children loved him! He motivated them. Especially one little girl, six years of age. She suffered more than the others. She had only three months to live. She had some kind of bone cancer. Sawyer was her best friend for sure.

The blind man was a lesson instructor at Shady Lane, so. Lucy, the sick girl, had requested lessons. Of course Sawyer said yes. What better way to live the last three months of your life? He glanced around the doctor's room, seeing the usual stuff. His wedding ring sitting on his nightstand next to a picture of the wife. Alex smiled, unsure if he'd ever get married. He loved Leelyn but, he was still unsure.

He left the sleeping papa bear in peace. He moved to Sawyer's room. Sawyer was healed, mostly, he still suffered from headaches. And sometimes he mispronounced words. Dr. C said that there was minor damage to the left side of Sawyer's brain. The part that enabled speech. He said that in a few months time he would have no trouble with speaking.

He stopped beside Sawyer, brown eyes smiling. His friend's arm was around the very big dog known as Sparks. The wolf's eyes opened and his tail began to wag, but he didn't move. Alex scratched his head and left. He looked down the hall at Andre's room. The door closed. Same with the girls' room. The three had not yet returned. But, he knew that they were close.

Alex was worried about Syra, like him, she got into trouble a lot. Evean was a good guide so they couldn't get lost. Andre, he wasn't sure of. Besides Nathen, he was the newest menber of the Contaro family and ha a lot to learn about the family's wolf like ways.

He crept downstairs and into the kitchen. He went up to the sick and splashed water on his face. Still thinking something was terribly wrong. Everything in the hose seemed alright. Everyone slept soundly, even Nathen who fell off the couch and onto the floor. Yes, he took over the almighty couch. Sawyer was finally able to sleep in his own room. Lucky him.

He looked up and found himself staring into the big eyes of the big fluffy spazz horse, Forest Gump. The Percheron cross nickered a hello. Alex strocked the horse's head "You have to be quiet, Moss. You know how grumpy these guys are when they're woken up." he whispered stroking the chestnut cheek.

Moss was a horse that loved people. He was welcome to stick his head through the kitchen windown anytime he felt like it. He was there when Alex did the dishes. Always trying to mess it up by licking the dish when it was clean. He was there when they cooked meals. The family loved the gelding's presence in their house.

Alex shivered fom the cold and gently pushed the big animal's head outside. The horse storting in protest when the window was closed. Alex watched as Moss trotted away and dissapeared some ways off.

Somewhere from outside, the howl of a wolf sounded, then another and another. Sam, and the pack. Calling for their leader. Sparks was a spoiled beast, not many dogs got to sleep with good ol' dog lovin' Sawyer Contaro.

Everything was peaceful, but something was terribly wrong...

"Stop your horse, Lucy!" Sawyer called to the small girl riding the zorse. The big equine stopped in the centre of the ring. "Good! Now, do your dismount." the lesson went well. Sawyer was teaching her the barrel pattern of all things. The barrel zorse was being good and didn't try to take off on her. Sawyer walked out onto the sandy surface of the indoor arena. Lucy struggled to swing her leg over the saddle. Her foot left the stirrup and she fell into Sawyer's open arms.

It would be a bad idea for a six year old with bone canter to dismount a sixteen hand horse--zorse--without assistance. Se had a wide smile on her face as Sawyer set her down on the ground. "Sawyer! Why do you have to get on on the left side?" Lucy asked, as she too his hand to walk home. Kenya stood in the arena like a gentleman, waiting patiently for Sawyer's next lesson.

Sawyer held the tiny hand in his own, warming her pale skin. "Well, when knights went to battle in the middle ages. They had to mount their horse on the left side because if they mounted on the right. They'd sit right on their sword and go home with a sore rear."

Lucy giggled at the last part and smiled at Sawyer, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "So now all horses are trained for people to mount on the left." he continued. Lucy's eyes grew wide. He knew that so many questions filled her mind all at once. "What happens when you mount on the right?" she asked.

Sawyer chuckled. "When I first went blind, I forgot right from left. So I once mounted my horse on the right side. He seemed to know that was wrong so when I asked for a walk, he wouldn't even move." a smile crossed his face. The young girl looked down in thought, she struggled to match Sawyer's long stride with her quick ones.

"So what're we going tomorrow?" she asked after a few minutes. They had walked to the parking lot and now Sawyer searched his pockets for his keys. "You're going to trot tomorrow!" he said, not sounding a bit distracted even through his quest for his keys.

"WOW! I can't wait!" the young girl squealed with joy then frowned "Does it hurt?" this time Sawyer laughed. A full throated laughter. "N-no! It doesn't hurt. A little boucy at t-times." Damnit, his voice was going out again. Damnit.

He beamed when he found his keys and unlocked his Mercedes. Lucy jumped into the backseat and buckled up. Sawyer scrambled into the drivers seat and rubbed his hands together and blew into them. He hated the cold! "You cold?" he asked, already turning on the heater.

Lucy nodded, "I'm so cold that I'm turning to ice! Feel!" she cried. Sawyer reached back and let his fingers touch her cheek. "You are turning into ice!" he gasped, playing along. Her skin felt normal, at the most.

During the ride back to the hospital, they talked and laughed. Sawyer, for once, went the speed limit. Half his mind was on Lucy. The other half was on a dream he had the night before. He remembered standing in a meadow, surrounded by trees and mountains. He was able to see in his dreams and he saw a couger. He reconized the demon cats from the ranch back in Nevada. The puma population wasn't as bad in the dry state but some years they had one or two come and kill their livestock, and hunt the wild horses that lived on the property.

He saw blood, and Roxxy. He remembered calling to her. Calling for help. In his dream he couldn't move, he couldn't help her. He couldn't fight for her!

Then he saw fire and all ended when he woke up.

"Sawyer? SAWYER?" Lucy called snapping Sawyer awake. He gave her an apologetic smile "I'm sorry, sweetie." he said quietly. "It's ok," she said touching his elbow.

He pulled into the hospital parking lot and lay his head against the wheel for a moment. before turning to smile at the young girl who wuld never live to be seven. She would never grow up! Never fall in love, or have children. All because of the sickness that took over her young body.

Her parents stood in the waiting room, waiting for their daughtor. Sawyer led the small girl inside with a smile to her parents. "She did good today." he said happily, though his mind was still elsewhere. "I finally got to pick his feet without any help!" Lucy said proudly, standing tall, her hands on her hips.

"That's great sweetie! Soon you'll be able to pick up the whole horse!" her father said opening his arms to hold his little girl. "Really?" her six year old mind believed everything that people told her. "Really" her father said tapping her nose. Lucy giggled and broke away from her father and ran to Sawyer. The blind man felt arms around his waist. "Thank you Sawyer!" she lay her head on his thigh, really the best place she could reach.

"You're welcome, kiddo. If you see my dad. Tell him I went home." he said to her.The tiny girl only nodded. "Okay!" With that, her parents led her away. Leaving Sawyer alone. Feeling sick to his stomach, he turned and left. Speeding off down the road. Just another day passed without his love.

He walked out of the ER, still wearing his surgical mask. Brown eyes narrowed as he walked down the long hallway. So many children were sick, and they had more and more patients coming in by the day. He was starting to feel overworked. He couldn't spend enough time with his own children. Even though the two---three---that were currently in Shady Lane were adults, they still needed to be with their father at least once a day. And it didn't help that he was getting home at eleven every night, and sleeping until he had to go to work.

The sun had already fallen by the time he was able to escape. Tired, as always, he went right to bed. Washing his hands and face first, making sure he hadn't picked up that bug during the day. Sawyer was no longer at risk, thank god. He lay down in bed and felt a warm body beside his. Then lips at his cheek. "Hey Dad." a soft female voice whispered. Evean! How could he have not noticed her? "Evean!" he wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her tight "When did you get home?" he asked strocking her hair and smiling wide. Looking into her beautiful eyes, almost as dark as his own.

"This afternoon." she replied with a yawn. "Where's Sawyer?" she asked. Dimonte raised a brow. "He should be here." he said, he ran into Lucy during the day and she said that Sawyer had gone home. "He never came home." she said, confusion filling her voice.

Then Nathen walked in. Evean smiled "Hi Sawyer. Where have you been?" she asked. Nathen raised a brow and chuckled. "I'm not Sawyer." he said simply. Evean sat up and narrowed her eyes "Is this some kind of sick joke?" she asked. [color=8BA28B"No." Nathen looked at Dimonte, "What's going on?" he asked.

"Evean, sweetheart, have I ever told you that Sawyer was a twin?" he asked. Angre filled Evean's young features and she spoke through clenched teeth "I do believe you forgot that little detail."

Dimonte then began to explain to Evean what happend when Nathen and Sawyer were still in diapers. She glanced at Nathen "I thought one of them were bad enough." she laughed stading up to go meet her brother. Before she could reach him there was a wail and Syra jumped onto Nathen's back, snarling "THERE'S TWO OF THEM!" she cried sitting on Nathen's chest while he lay there stunned. Then Sawyer came up and picked Syra's lean frame off his twin. Dimonte was laughing his head off "Syra, this is my twin brother, Nathen. If you hurt him, bad things will come your way." Sawyer said laughter filled his voice. Nathen picked himself up and smiled at Syra "Not every day you get pounced on by a beauty. I love this family!" he grinned. Syra blushed "Awww, I like him already."

That night, the family camped out in the living room, laughing until they fell asleep in almost a big pile. Sawyer lay on his back while Evean used his chest as a pillow, and Nathen's chest as a footrest. Dimonte was sitting on the couch with Syra on his lap, her head against his shoulder. Andre and Alex fell asleep side by side. Their backs facing eahother.

A month later, Sawyer sat on the couch, catching up with his schoolwork when the phone rang in the kitchen. He frowned. Now who would be calling? He stood up an walked slowly to the phone, arguing with himself if he should answer or not. He decided he would and, luckily he did.

"Hello?"

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Nathen, Syra, Evean, Dimonte, Andre, Roxxy.
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' Let most of it out.
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' -claps-Wow! Encore! ENCORE!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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She thought no one was going to answer. She was so sure she had done so much for nothing. He's moved on... She literally slapped herself across the face for thinking that. He wouldn't! He loved her. She loved him. She was about to hang up when she heard the most wonderful voice in the world. He had her from "hello". The tears started to stream down her face and Russia regarded her mother curiously, but didn't make a sound. Sawyer could probably hear sobbing at the other end of the phone. Because of her emotions, she felt choked. She couldn't talk at the moment. But then, she said words back, actual, understandable syllabyls too.

"S-s-sawyer.... It's Roxxy..." It wasn't much, but it was needed to get this conversation to go anywhere. She missed him and she couldn't exactly tell him in words how much she loved and missed him. But she could sure try. "I love you! I miss you! I promised you, I never loved him! Please, I'm sorry if I ever made you mad! I'll never make you mad again, I love you, I love you...God-" She broke off into sobs. Her throat burned and so did her cheeks. She had a sick feeling in her stomach, whether it was towards her nostalgia or towards all that she had done to Sawyer, though it wasn't quite her fault in all honesty. Still, the guilt was there. Roxanna was very vulnerable to self-blame. She was more prone to that than most people.

Russia could feel her mother's emotional discourse, but she didn't understand. So, she tried to get Roxxy's attention. She was being held on her back, wrapped around in a blanket, including her big paws. She brought one of them out and swiped at Roxxy's face, but instead, clawed at her chest. That got her attention. Roxxy's sobbing cut off in a sharp retort and cry of pain/surprise. "Russia! Stop it!" She listened to the other person, for any other reply and that's when she suddenly had this feeling that she was being watched. Her blue eyes darted across the tiny diner, but everyone was paying attention to their own business. Then, it suddenly snapped. She wasn't being watched. She was being listened to.

Going frantic, Roxxy whispered in a panicky tone to Sawyer, "I love you! And I'm coming ho-" Suddenly, something that made her blood run cold was heard. It was his slick voice, the same attractive yet dangerous vocals were heard. His voice was like dark chocolate. It was sweet, but it had a hint of bitterness that should've set off alarms. Dimitri. "Ah, hello, Sawyer. She's such an emotional little twat, isn't she? Well, it's okay. She won't exist anymore. Soon, very soon. Then, you won't have to worry about that, now will you?" Roxxy's face was becoming paler and paler and Russia, in her blanket was becoming restless. She was started to hiss, her fur raising, and her blue eyes sparkling dangerously. She could sense the fear coursing through her mother's body.

"Dimitri- SAWYER, GET OFF!!!" She had such anger and fear in her voice! She could hear the ice-cold laughter at the end of the new line. "You can't save Sawyer. Hell, Phaedra, you can't even save yourself. You couldn't resist telling him you were coming home. Bad idea. I've been waiting to hear your voice, well, actually my computer has. It knows your voice and has been listening to every call made in the US and it has been listening for your voice, m'dear. Guess what, Sawyer, Phae? I found her, found you, Phae." With that, there was a click, and Dimitri disappeared from the conversation. Roxxy felt empty and she felt as if she had betrayed Sawyer and his family.

"No.....I can't come home..." She felt stunned and that was in her voice. It was all she could say. This messed up her whole world.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] eh...you know. Do I haveta type up all their names?
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] It's still there! Roxxy's coming home!!
MUSIC!?![/b] Sometimes-Skillet; Awake and Alive-Skillet; Never Surrender-Skillet
OUTFIT!?![/b] ---
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b]*bows and then pulls out awesome electric guitar and gives some major pwnage on the guitar solo* I KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE INSIDE! I'M AWAKE AND I'M ALIVE!!! WHEN MY FAITH IS GETTING WEAK AND I FEEL LIKE GIVING IN, YOU BREATHE INTO ME AT LAST!!! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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He listened for a moment and when she started crying, he felt like crying too. Roxxy. His beautiful Roxxy was alive, safe. Well, as safe as she could be. His expression became soft as if he thought she was standing right there with him.

Then she spoke. Her voice seemed so unfamiliar but, so familiar. He listened with wide eyes as she spoke. After a brief pause he spoke, replying to everything she said. "Roxxy, I love you too baby! I miss you more than anything. Part of me always knew you didn't love him. And, you can never make me mad. I can never be mad at you. I love you so much Roxxy!"

He heard a click and fell silent. Someone else was there, listening. A low growl rumbled up his throat even before Roxxy had time to speak. Every muscle in his body tensed up when he heard his voice. Dimitri. He snarled angrily but did not speak until Roxxy spoke. No, he wouldn't get off.

"You're going to have to kill me first, bastard." he snarled, his voice deadly and serious. Not the gentle purr that he had used to speak to Roxxy. He was ready to rip his guts out. He was listening to the voice of the man who had hurt his love, killed his child, and his mortal enemy. Sawyer was ready to take full revenge on this man.

Then he hung up and it was only him and Roxxy. Sawyer's blood was boiling and he felt like he could slaughter anything. When Roxxy said she couldn't come home he growled. "You have to come home Roxanna. Trust me, this will all end soon. You can be here in a matter of hours!" his voice still held a sharp edge. She would be safe here, in Shady Lane. Everyone in the Contaro family would fight for her. "He's not going to hurt you ever again Roxxy. I make you that promise."

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sawyer, Roxxy, Dimitri
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' Bleh
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' -eats popcorn-
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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The big brute of a stallion seemed to know what to do, as always, he ran his herd back through Colorado, right by Roxxy, and towards Kentucky. It was sad though, that for all his connection with his mistress, his love, that he couldn't feel her just one town away. His heartbreak was becoming more and more permanent and he was getting to be more dangerous to be around. He got to where he wouldn't tolerate any geldings or stud colts at all. This reduced his herd to 35 mares, just about all of them pregnant with his foals. After all his threats, he still had two lead mares: Melody and the pregnant palomino Thoroughbred mix. The thunder rolled across the US as Black took his herd on the move again. He was coming home, and in a very Black mood.

Roxxy listened to Sawyer's words. They meant more to her than anything, yet they were only words. Words lead to actions, and she just hope that maybe he could protect her. She took a deep breath and then, she replied to Sawyer's edged words, "I love you, Sawyer. But I can't come home." Before he could say anything else, she hung up. Dimitri had been listening. The line wasn't open, but she just knew that his computer was documenting this whole call. She put her back against the wall. She was in the hall, near the bathrooms, and no one was around. She slid down the wall, cradling Russia, who had calmed down and had deep pitted confusion in her eyes.

The tears slid down her face, and Russia looked at them with merriment glinting in her eyes. With sheathed claws, she batted them as they went faster and faster. Eventually, Roxxy started to smile and cry at the same time, and the cub just made her way out of the blanket and started to lick the tears away with a tongue that was rougher than sandpaper. She looked down at the little cougar and whispered softly, "We gotta go. We're going home. But it'll take all month to get there." Wrapping the cub back up, she picked herself up, and regained her calm, friendly composure. She headed out the door of the diner with a farewell wave to her favorite waiter.

Getting out of town, she put down Russia, who was more than happy to be on her own two paws. The cub trotted after her happily, glad to have a mother who cared enough for her. And that's now they made their way to Kentucky.

Leelyn was in a very packed vehicle. She had Jilanna in the passenger seat, and Rhys was in the back with Mystique and Scarlett on opposite sides of him. But it's okay. He was a dog person too! And then behind, them were two hummers, two souped up hummers. They were headed for the Contaro/O'Heir mansion. All three families, safe to say, were quite close. They hung out a lot. And it seems, from just a feeling, that Evean, Syra, and Andre were back home. As they came up the driveway, it was evident. All three cars came to a stop outside the mansion, and five people popped out of the three cars, along with two beautiful dogs.

Leelyn looked back at her oldest two brothers, twins. They were both tall men, though not as tall as Rhys, with ungodly good-looks. "Corbin, Clayton, this way. And uh...don't fall in love with my friends, mkay?" She teased her oldest brothers. Clayton looked at his beautiful sister, the oldest of his sisters. He grinned wickedly, "Getcher panties out of a wad before I go tell Alex what you used to do at Christmas parties for entertainment when you were 3 years old." At this, he burst into laughter and so did Jilanna, Rhys, and Corbin. Leelyn turned a vibrant red color. "Don't make me tell Syra and Evean how you got potty trained." Clayton's eyes got all wide. "Oh no! Don't tell, please!" He smashed his face between his hands in mock horror. "Please, Leelee. Like I care who Syr-"

Rhys stopped him there. "Syra's hot, so is Evean. Do not." He put up a hand to his older brothers. Of course, he said that as a compliment. He loved Alexis; he hadn't feelings for anyone else. Corbin raised an eyebrow. He elbowed his twin. "Hotties? In the house? Let's uh...go check their plumbin'." At this, all guys of the Holis family started laughing at the innuendo and Jilanna and Leelyn both stepped up and slapped all three of them simultaneously. Corbin was in the middle of the brothers, so he got slapped on each cheek. He rubbed himself, now sore. "Sooooorry!" The redhead and the blonde started giggling and they turned around and headed towards the door, Mystique and Scarlett waiting impatiently.

Leelyn just kinda went inside. Jilanna wasn't hesitant. Rhys wasn't either. Corbin and Clayton were the only ones who were left outside and they looked at each other, shrugged, and then went inside and followed their taller, younger brother. Leelyn first saw Sawyer and ran up to hug him. Jilanna did the same, and the ending result was Roxxy's boyfriend being attacked by two full grown women. Rhys, good friends with Sawyer by now, came up too and wrapped his long arms around everyone two. He said in a gay voice, 'OH MI GOSH! SAH-YER! SO GOOD TO SEY YOU!" Then, he layed his head on Sawyer's black hair and sighed happily and blinked rapidly a couple of times. Then, he patted Sawyer's head, which was just an inch under his own and said in that same voice, "Gud buoy." This made Leelyn and Jilanna and Rhys all burst into laughter, and soon, the twins joined in it too.

Leelyn backed off of Sawyer and so did everyone else, and Rhys had that wicked grin on his face, but he was just playing. Sawyer knew that. He'd been around him long enough too! But it was sensitive Jil who noticed Sawyer's mood. She shattered the happy atmosphere. "Sawyer...what's wrong?" Meanwhile, Scarlett was happily searching for Sparks. Mystique was just romping around, period.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] Sawyer, Roxxy, Leelyn, Jilanna, Rhys, Corbin, Clayton
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] Doing well!
MUSIC!?![/b] Same songs as last time!
OUTFIT!?![/b] ------
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] *bows* you were a lovely audience! Thank you, thank you!![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Was he ever going to see his Roxxy again? A broken heart that had suddenly filled with hope, dropped out of his chest. Then it clicked, she was coming home! She had to! But, how long would it take? A month? He'd wait for her. His spirits lifted, but only slightly.

The next thing he knew he felt two sets of arms around him. He froze for a moment then relaxed as he remembered who was here. Then a third set of arms came and a very gay voice. Rhys. Sawyer, still not in the mood to talk. Simply smiled at the slightly taller man.

Then Jilanna spoke. "I-I'm fine." he said his voice slurred. "I juss have a headache." he forced a kind smile toward the two beautiful women. Then he felt the presense of someone new. He glanced over at the twins and nodded to them. Nw, he had to find his own twin.

He walked the short ways to the living room justto find Andre and Evean arm wrestling. Andre's hand smacked against the table and Evean burst into laughter. "I WIN AGAIN!" she cried. Andre stood up in defense "There's no way I can be beat by a girl!" he growled. Sawyer chuckled "Don't feel bad, she's just one girl."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Evean snapped playfully at her older brother. Sawyer tilted his head "Nothing Eves." he said with a smile "Where's Nathen?" he asked. Evean raised a brow "Oh you're Sawyer! Ok! I don't know where Nathen is.....NATHEN" she called

Sawyer shook his head at the sudden loud call of his sister. Then Syra came into the room with Nathen "Sawyer, I borrowed your brother, if you don't mind"

Nathen sat down on the couch, and Sawyer grunted "Since when do you like him more than me?" he asked with a cocky grin. "Well, for one. He's single!" she winked. Then the girls saw the other set of twins.

It was nice to see Sawyer smile. She stared into his eyes and frowned. Something was wrong with Roxxy? She shook her head and looked at Syra then the other pair of twins that stood before them. The two girls' stepped toward them, smiling. "Ohhh! Hotties times two." Syra laughed standing in front of Clayton while Evean turned her attention to Corbin.

Sawyer laughed "Aww Nate! You must be lonely now." he said. Nathen glared at his brother "At least I'm the hot one." he retorted. The whole family burst into laughter. "You can't out sexy Sawyer! He's too.....Sawyer." Syra giggled and Evean grinned. Sawyer sat proud. "You hear that look-a-like. I'm the sexy one."

Nathen went silent. And Syra had finished circling both Clayton and Corbin. "Hmmmmm Well. Does anyone know where my cousin is?" she asked. Right on cue, Alex walked trough the door, still wearing his silks. Purple and grey. His crop in hand.

"So, who won?"Sawyer asked. Alex grinned proudly "Me of course!" he went right up to Leelyn and wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her cheek "I'm getting richer and richer by the day!"

"Still won't be able to catch up to Dimonte and Sawyer." Evean winked. The blind man snickered "We're the better of the better half" Billionares were the better of the better half. The Contaro family's success traveled all the way to England, where Dimonte was born. Sawyer's uncle worked for the queen in some way. His aunts were fashion designers, even more of Sawyer's uncles were out being A-list celebrities. Some playing roles in movies. The male cousing were male models while the ladies were singers or song writers. Almost everyone in the freaking family was famous!

Now it was time for Alex to join the empire. Yippie! He smiled at Leelyn "I'm guessing these twins belong to you?" meaning siblings. Of course he knew one of the ladies had to keep crazy twins in line. Evean already laid down the law with Sawyer and Nathen. Those boys weren't allowed to prank her in anyway or they'd be doomed for life.

Alex smiled, his arms still wound around his girlfriend's waist. Taking note of Sparks running up to Scarlett. Touching his nose with hers. Alex smiled "And they call it puppy love!" he sang, sounding good as always. The Contaro family laughed.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' People
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' Ubber Bleh
Music ~' The nom nom song.----IDK! I found it on youtube and now I can't stop laughing.
Notes ~' .....
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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Jilanna looked at Sawyer, though she was not in the least bit convinced. Her voice was playing along, but it was softer that it would've been if she'd been convinced of his excuse. "Alright! Just make sure you tell bobbleheads over there if we're bothering you." She sighed and gave Sawyer, much like her own brothers, a kiss on the forehead. She turned to see Evean wrestling with Andre. She grinned like a fool when she watched her best friend beat her brother....again. She burst into laughter and both her, Leelyn, and to her eternal surprise, Corbin and Clayton gave her an applause. Both the blonde and redhead turned to look at the twins. "What's in it for you?"

A sly smile stretched over Corbin's handsome features. "What? I just thought she'd let me check her pipes, cause yanno, I'm a plumber." He waggled his eyebrows at his twin and then at Jilanna, who's mouth fell open. Leelyn kissed Alex back as soon as he got back into the room, except her kiss was on his mouth. She then whispered into his ear after he finished telling everybody about his news, "Yanno, you are still way to shy around me in public. Am I gonna have to give you another lesson?" She smiled and then kissed him on the piece of skin just in front of his earlobe, near his jawline. She gave him a hug and she was in the middle of that when she heard Corbin's remark.

He hadn't been in society, regular society for a while. He had been on a unit with more men than woman, and the woman were used to the men's sexual banter on the military scene. In public, around her friends, was something totally different. And now Corbin was about to be taught that. Jil and Lee shared a split second's look, and Rhys erupted into laughter. He could say he knew his sisters pretty well, but he'd been away from all of his family for a very long time. Since he was eighteen. So, he was kinda rusty on calling their next moves. But why the sudden, tense stature of both Holis women and Rhys suddenly dying with laughter, Clayton looked at Corbin and barely had time to shout out, "CORBIN! WATCH OU-" Too late!

He was suddenly knocked off his feet and onto his back and Jilanna was straddled on him, with a small, dainty finger on his jugular, and another to the side of it, so she could pinch it. Leelyn, meanwhile, was in a position that showed off just how flexible her lean body was. She was wearing stilettos. And Clayton's neck was in the space between her sharp heel and the sole of her shoe. This was her right leg. Her left leg followed the same sheer line and her hands were holding Clayton's wrist twisted and flicked back. If she suddenly forced pressure on his wrists, she would break them. And she was basically doing the splits vertically.

Corbin looked up at his redheaded little sister and then at Leelyn and Clayton and then at Rhys and sighed. "Clayton." "Yeah?" "I do believe our sisters ain't lil' girls anymore. Ain't that right, little Rhys-ita?" At that, Rhys stopped laughing and suddenly gave Corbin a wicked grin. He shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled the tune that goes on the Enzyte commercial and went innocently to stand in front of the downed Corbin, so he was in front of his legs. And with a lightening fast kick, Rhys pwned him in the groined. "Right, Corbin-isa."

At this, Corbin, Leelyn, Jil, and Rhys burst into laugher and Jil hopped off of her oldest brother, while Leelyn did likewise. Rhys then helped Corbin up like a good brother, and when Cori had finished wiping away his tears, he was laughing too. After they had calmed down, Corbin looked at Evean and got on one knee, as if he was about to propose. "I have been taught a valuable lesson. I am sorry." Jilanna stepped up beside him and grinned and stroked his head. "Good boy! Now...to get you potty trained..." At this, Corbin suddenly stood up and pulled Jilanna up with him and threw her over his back, her butt presented to everyone. "Yeah, Jil, I am not letting you go. Juss so ya know." Leelyn grinned at her siblings. "Cori! Letter down."

He turned his body so that he could see his other sister. "That's a big, no can do, mister." Leelyn stifled laughter and then sighed. She turned to Syra and Evean. "Don't even attempt to be their girlfriends unless you want your brain to become must. Welcome to my dysfunctional family. Just wait till you meet my youngest brother though, the baby...ugh." At this, both twins started chuckling. Suddenly, Leelyn's brown eyes got really big. She looked at Nathen, and opened her mouth to say something, but Jilanna beat her to it. Jilanna smiled at the Sawyer's twin, Nathen. "Hey! Nate, there's someone we wanted you to meet! That's why we really came over here! You guys can come to, but when he saw him -it- him, we thought of you first!" She smiled at him, her white teeth shining.

"Come with us to the ranch. Puh-lease. Leelyn looked at Nathen and then looked at Sparks and Scarlett. The comparison was like having a Clydesdale beside a Shetland pony, Scarlett being the pony. She was presently grooming the massive dog's face with tender licks, her lean, silky body cuddled into his side. Mystique was just stiffing everyone and saying hello. Thinking of animals, she remembered what they were asking Nathen to come see. She mentally shuddered. She dare not shudder now, or else Nate mightn't come! She knew it would work, had to. Blood was going to kill someone, something, if he didn't have someone to care for him...properly.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] All the Holises 'cept Roxxy. Most of the Contaros.
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] how is it?
MUSIC!?![/b] What are you listening to?
OUTFIT!?![/b] Leelyn's outfit rocks! Yummy Rhys in his messy array Clayton ^^add some darkwash jeans Corbin! Just add some light wash jeans Jilanna fer ya!
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] *sighs* I hate showers now. They hurt. *sad face*[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Sawyer remained silent the whole time. All he could think about was Roxxy. He finally got to talk to her but, it wasn't enough. He couldn't hold her. Protect her. And now Dimitri knew where she was! Well, things get worse before they get better.

He completely spaced out, not caring about the activities happening around him. "He can't stop thinking about Roxxy." Nathen said quietly, just by looking at Sawyer people could tell that. But Nathen's connection with Sawyer was stronger than most. Dimonte had his theories about twin telepathy.

Sawyer looked over at Leelyn and Alex. Knowing that they were together. Jealousy sparked through Sawyer's veins. He half smiled "I have to go pick up Lucy. See you at the ranch, possibly." he said before walking out the door and jumping into his car, and in a matter of seconds. He was gone.

Alex held Leelyn tighter "Another lesson huh? I think that's something I need." he whispered back. She was right though, he was still shy. Rhys and Jianna he was used to. But, not the twins. He didn't trust them, of course. But, he trusted Leelyn and that's what mattered. He watched as Sawyer sped off down the driveway before vanishing.

He felt Sawyer's pain like he felt his own. Neither of te twins wereat their happiest. If only Roxxy were here. Then they'd be happy. He never met Sawyer's girlfriend before bu, he felt like he already knew her. Everytime her name was spoken, Sawyer's foggy eyes turned soft but also held a deadly, protective look. Somehow, Nathen knew what was going on inside Sawyer's head.

His attention shot back when he was mentioned. Who could he possibly have to meet? Well, he had to go see Rim and Rockstar. He was still unsure if he was going to keep the foal or not. Sawyer left the decision to him.

"Uhhh ok, I have to check on my horse anyway. What about you guys?" he asked, looking over at the rest of the family. Evean shot to her feet "LAST ONE THERE HAS TO CLEAN STALS FOR A MONTH!" then, she and Andre bolted. Their relationship was very....competitive but happy. Alex chuckled. "I have to do that anyway so...But yeah, I'll come. Even though I just got back." he said, his voice soft, shy. Typical Alex for ya. Syra yawned "Count me out. I'm gonna take a nap." she lay down on the couch and sighed. "Make sure Hidalgo doesn't eat anything she's not supposed to." Hidalgo. A gift from Ira Willows. That jockey was always up to no good.

Nathen smiled "Maybe we'll run into Sawyer there." he said, mostly to himself. He was worried about his older brother. Yes, Sawyer was older...About three minutes older but still. So he kept his position as top dog. "Dad might even be there."

"I doubt it. He's been working his ass off. He's been at the hospitalfor two days straight. All because of the Swine Flu. I didn't even know it was that bad." the voice came from Syra. Alex growled "You weren't here when Sawyer had it! I've never seen anyone so sick."

"Chill cuz, I didn't mean it that way" Syra snapped. Alex snorted and turned back to Leelyn. "Well, let's go." he aidwith a smile. Nathen was curious at to who he had to meet. A person? An animal, maybe...

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sill a lot of people
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' s'okay...I guess
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' I'm orry this post is so crappy -_-
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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Jilanna and Leelyn near peed theirself in relief. Nathen was coming! "Hey, uh, Corbin...you let me down now?" The handsome twin craned his head a little ways, as if trying to see Jilanna's face. "That would be a.... negatory." Jilanna punched him lightly on the back and then whistled for Scarlett to follow her. "C'mon sweetheart! Sparks can come too!" She smiled at the massive counterpart of Scarlett and gestured for him to come to. Scarlett responded happily at the mention of Sparks and Leelyn called for Mystique to follow her as well. "Hey Leelyn?" Leelyn gave Alex a see you in a moment hug and then turned around to see Jilanna still on Corbin's shoulder. "What, babe?" "Will you buy me a dog too?" Leelyn grinned and stepped up to give her redheaded sister a hug. "Of course, sweetie! Now, let's get to the ranch. I betcha them ranch employees I paid a thousand dollars to hold....them....aren't even there anymore." At that though, Leelyn shooed Corbin and the rest of her siblings out the door. They had to hurry. If anything, Blood had already taken down half of the ranch hands she'd hired. As Corbin threw Jilanna into his black hummer, Leelyn called out to him, "BY THE WAY!!! I WANT YOU TO MEET SOMEONE TOO!" This got a reaction.

As the Corvette with Leelyn and Rhys, and then the black Hummer with herself and Corbin, and the white Hummer with Clayton left, Jilanna could only think about seeing her beloved Cash and then about the two new stallions and mare at Shady Lane Ranch. The new trio were scary individuals. What made them so? They were beautiful, and yet fiercely wild. And also. They were related to Black, immediately. The oldest stallion was his father, a blood bay. The black mare was his mother. The mare was alright, just had a temper. But that couldn't be said for the two stallions. The other stallion, the one they thought of Nathen with, was Blood. He was Black's full-blooded brother, only a year and a couple of months behind Black.

Blood was beautiful, beyond any doubt. He had the bloodiest, reddest chestnut coat probably anyone had ever seen. Not even Cash's coat was that red. And his body looked distinctly Arabian, just slightly more muscular. But it was like he had the Devil in his soul! Black was that bad before he met Roxxy; Black was still sinister! And Crimson, the father could have the nastiest temper of any horse. The thought made Jilanna shudder. With a snap, she came out of her thoughts and looked at her oldest brother, "I pray for you." This made him laugh. He looked at her, "Why?! I'm crazy about horses. You know that. All us Holises are." He smiled at her. They were rolling up the long driveway of the ranch. "Wow...this place is beautiful... Yanno, all they have in Iraq is deserts, sand, the occasional cactus. I missed my family too." He looked at his little sister and she smiled back at him. He put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a one handed hug.

Putting the SUV in park, they jumped out. And by the look on Leelyn's face, something was very wrong. Jilanna and Corbin, along with Clayton went up to Leelyn and Rhys. "What's wrong, Leelee?" His voice was concerned. Coming up to the ranch, she stepped out and looked at the two ginormous trailers that used to be in perfect condition. Must I emphasize, perfect and used to be? The 7 ranch hands she has asked and paid to stand and watch the trailers were gone. "Crap." Suddenly, she bolted and headed for the nearest one. There were actual dents in the side of this trail. They bowed out. This was the one that Blood was in. She didn't even want to look at the one that Ebony and Crim were in. She came to the trailer and all of a sudden, a stallion's scream was heard. A very big stallion's scream. And following that, another big stallion's scream was heard. It sounded so familiar, yet, they had their own distinguishing tones and notes.

Leelyn looked at Jilanna. "Go bring me four lead ropes! Now! And if you can, bring Cash....no, nevermind that. Hurry! Leadropes! NOW!" The Holis brothers wouldn't go near the trailer. So, Leelyn was by herself when Jil sprinted towards the barn. The screams and snorts were getting louder and Leelyn was pretty sure Nathen was gonna run and hide (which would be the smartest thing to do, honestly). Suddenly, the screaming from the two stallions stopped. Leelyn looked up from the the bulging steel of the trailer and her eyes got wide. Suddenly, the stallion inside went bazerk. He started kicking and ramming the locked double doors, which had started to bow out now. Leelyn ran to the doors, straightened out her arms, and pushed against them.

Jilanna appeared with the four lead ropes on Cash, when Blood was ramming and kicking the door. "Open the doors!" Cash, sweet, beautiful Cash, was curious, but at the time, she did NOT want to go in there. "Whinny for him, Cash. Let him know you're out here." Blood could smell her though. He screamed out and then went silent, and his destruction of the trailer stopped. Cash whinnied back, a verbose note of interest woven in it. Blood gave a throaty whicker in return and that's when Leelyn unlocked the doors and flung them open, to jump inside. Jilanna hadn't been expecting that. She went paler than a ghost. Blood clearly hadn't expected that either because he was still silent. In fact, it seemed everyone was silent. Cause then, when the clicking noise of four leadropes being attached all at once, Blood shot out of the trailer like a bat out of Hell.

Leelyn was holding on for dear life by the leadropes on his halter, her legs coiled up to her chest so she would drag. When the sun hit the stallion, it was breath-taking. He looked like a giant, 17.2 hand flame of solid muscle and anger. Leelyn swung her body, so that his head would be jerked around, and thus his body would follow. Digging her heels in, she pulled down his head, the muscles in his neck and body bulging with energy. "RHYS, CORI, CLAY!!! GETCHER ASSES OVER HERE!" And so, they came, though reluctantly. It was funny how they could easily kill a person and weren't scared of the battlefield, but they were scared of a gigantic creature that could easily kill them without any manmade weapons. Funny, no?

Holding his head down, Blood was still fighting viciously, making Cash shrink back, bare her teeth, and pin her ears down. Leelyn, while she had help for the moment, reached back into her butt pocket and pulled out a syringe full of tranquilizer. Taking off the cap, she flicked her finger and it flew through the air and into the vein in Blood's neck. It disappeared in a second and Leelyn quickly reached up to pull it out. Blood didn't like this. Didn't like this at all. He could feel something start to make his vision fuzzy, but no! He would not be silent! When the female reached up to get something from his neck and the pulled back, he reared up, bringing all these puny human stallions up with him. He was Blood! He could not lose!

He pirouetted on his back legs, shaking his body, pulling lose Rhys and the twins. Free, he shot off with the speed of a champion racehorse towards a group of people, in which one was tall and dark-haired, dark-eyed. He was angry! He was going to kill someone! But as he approached, something gripped him about the tall, dark one. He slid to a stop, his massive blood colored body quivering in unused energy. Call it a mutated gene, but all of the stallions in Black's lineage found one person and stayed loyal and loving to that one person as long as they were breathing, the person that. The stallions in his family had been known to die of grief if their loved one perished before themselves.

Blood just knew this person. This person was his. He was this person's. The giant stallion took a tentive step towards this human stallion. He gave a soft whicker to him, as if making sure he was real, he was there. He smelled appealing to him. There was something sweet about him. Blood took a few more steps until he was just a few feet from him. His Arabian styled head bowed down slightly, his red ears pricking. The muscles bulged in anticipation. His nares flared to capture that unique scent. He lowered his head even more, to where flame-captivated brown eyes were level with this man's own. He came even closer. So close up, it was easy to tell that this stallion and Black were brothers. They had the same confirmation and look in their eyes.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] Nathen, Syra, Alex, Evean, Sawyer, Lee, Jil, Cori, Clay, and Rhys
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] Great!
MUSIC!?![/b] I've Got A Hole In My Britches-Miki && Aspen
OUTFIT!?![/b] hehe
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] *shakes head* No, no, no, no! I thoroughly enjoy anything you write. You're a very good writer. *nods*[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Once again, he drove at the speed limit. He was silent, making small talk with the young girl in the back seat. She asked a question, he answered half heartedly. "Hey Luc, I'm having a rough day. We're just going for a trail ride. Is that ok with you?" he asked after a moment of silence.

The six-year-old nodded "Okay." she said then going silent. Fidgeting around. Sawyer stared blankly out the windsheild. Thinking about Roxxy, yet again. He had to take his mind off her. Right now, he had to pay attention to the child that sat behind him.

"Have you seen Rockstar yet?" he asked with a smile when he turned around to look at her. Lucy tilted her head "No, who's Rockstar?" she asked.

"My horse had a baby. A boy. I want you to meet him." Sawyer smiled. He was proud of his mare and her colt. He thought back to a month ago when he saw the mare for the first time in months. He didn't know a horse could be so excited! She almost trampled him. The thought made him smiled.

Lucy was pretty much jumping up and down in her seat. "Are we there yet?" she asked with a high pitch girly voice. Sawyer chuckled "Almost, maybe to annoy you I'll take the long way." he teased. the little girl crossed her arms "No!" she cried.

After two minutes he pulled into the parking lot and instantly smelled trouble. He listened and heard a scream. Instinct took over and he quickly herded Lucy toward the barn. If anything happened to this little girl, he'd never forgive himself.

"What's wrong, Sawyer?" he looked down into the soft grey eyes of Lucy. "There's a horse out there that can hurt you very bad, Lucy. Not all horses are gentle." he said gesturing to Khan who was going berserk. He threw his gigantic body against his stall, the locks that kept him inside rattled. The massive brute screamed and kicked. Sawyer narrowed his eyes "KHAN!" he yelled to the horse.

The killer Clydesdale stared right at Sawyer then bobbed his head angrily. Lucy was glued to Sawyer. "Why's he so mean?" she asked. The young man sighed and shook his head. "That's just the way he is."he said leading the young girl away from Khan and to a stall. "Frost babe." Sawyer cooed and a white head poked out. A grey nose attenpted but he couldn't quite reach.

Sawyer put on the leather halter and led his mare into the isle. The colt walked out and leaned against his mother. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Lucy touched the mini stud's neck and smiled "He's soooooo cute!" she was grinning ear to ear now. Sawyer smiled. "Well, go get Kenya and groom him."

Lucy trotted away and Sawyer began to brush down his mare, making it white like snow. He took off the halter and slid the bit into her mouth. Rockstar stood like a good colt, watching.

A few minutes later, he had Kenya all tacked up and Lucy sitting upon his striped back. They were off.

Nathen stared in sheer horror at how violent this horse was. Unlike the rest of the Contaro family, he didn't grow up with horses. Hell, he still didn't know how to ride very well. Evean and Andre stood beside him. Ready to lend a land to the Holises' Alex disappeared in the barn, searching for his equine friends.

Then, the mighty stallion stopped and charged at them. Evean and Andre were wise enough to move. Nathen didn't budge. The muscles in his legs bunched up, ready to flee. But he stayed put. Staring at this horse. He was massive, and blood red.

He was no longer scared of this scary horse. He saw power, and darkness. But, there was light in even the darkest hearts. He bit his lip and stared into those dark eyes. He instantly loved this horse. This stallion was his horse. No other animal could belong to Nathen from that moment on. This was his horse. As Blood took steps toward him, Nathen didn't move still. Until the equine was only feet from him. He took a small step forward. Then, they were close enough to where Nathen could feel Blood's breath. He could touch him.

He lifted a shaky hand and lay it on Blood's satan smooth neck. He heard his family shuffle around uncomfortably; but they did not move from where they stood. He could hear Sawyer come out of he barn with Alex and Lucy.

Finally he broke his stare and turned to look at his twin. He rode bareback on the most beautiful Arabian mare. Beside her walked Rockstar. The colt acting stallionish already. Strutting his stuff for the ladies. Alex rode Ace, Dimonte's champion eventer. And Lucy, of course, rode the zorse.

Sawyer halted Lucy a few metres off and told her to stay there. He inched the white mare forward. Stopping only feet away. Rockstar trotted boldly toward Blood. The curious colt stopped beside the stud and sniffed his shoulder beore jumping back with a whinny that could've meant to things. For the giant stud to fiht him, or telling everyone around the big red horse to run.

Frost Byte whinnied to her foal to come to her but, Rockstar refused and, as brave as ever, went right up to Rhys. His head and tail held high. Acting as if he were the biggest stallion there.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sawyer, Leelyn, Jilanna...the rest
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' It's better!
Music ~' It's my life--Bon Jovi.
Notes ~' Thanks, same for you.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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Leelyn held her breath as Blood rushed up to Nathen, who daren't move. "Nathen..." It was a scared, breathless whisper. There was an intense moment of deciding whether Blood was going to allow Nathen to live or not. At least, that's what it looked like from her angle. But then, his head lowered and Nathen was touching his neck. They had been right. She had been right. Blood was born for Nathen. And vice versa. A wide smile broke over her beautiful, but dirty face. "YES!" She punched the air in victory. Then, she noticed others beside herself and her siblings. "Hey Sawyer! Hey, Alex! Hey....hey, sweetie!" She was incredibly happy at the moment.

She felt strong arms pull her up and she looked up to see Rhys, who was staring at Sawyer's beautiful white mare and the colt that was at her side. She turned her gaze to follow his and she saw the grey colt run from his dame's side to Blood. Instantly, her gut clenched. "Nathen! Get that foal away from Blood." However, she didn't have to say anything. Blood didn't take interest to the colt. He just gazed at him, stared him down, and then turned back his head. The colt was no real threat to him. He gazed at Nathen, but then his nostrils opened up. A very regrettable scent entered his nose. The flames in his eyes rose to heights unmanagable. He turned around and gazed at the stallion, Alex was on.

"Shit! Nathen, remind him that you're there!" Leelyn looked at Alex, and jogged towards the team, giving a look back to Rhys, who was looking at Rockstar. The colt just came up to him! He looked down at the tall colt. His voice and eyes softened. "Hey, little guy. You're the biggest stud here, you know that, right?" He held out a large hand, waiting for the curious stud colt to sniff his hand. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Corbin and Clayton heading towards the second trailer, curious to see what was inside of it. Jilanna had rode Cash in between Blood and Ace, trying to diffuse the tension that was building. A lot of things were happening at once.

Corbin felt something in his heart that told him to go to the second trailer, the one with another stallion in it. He had no idea who the stallion was, or that there was a mare in there as well. He looked to Clayton, who followed him out of habit and curiousity, and then looked to Leelyn who was looking at Alex and stroking Ace's coat. 'So, who are these horses?" At her brother's question, Jilanna burst into nervous laughter. She was part of this too. Her and Leelyn had done a lot to get these three horses here. Leelyn stopped her stroking and turned lighted brown eyes on her brother. "Blood of the Sun, Blood for short, is Black's full-blooded brother."

Oh, my, her smile was a wicked cheshire cat grin. "There is a stallion in the trailer you are beside. That stallion is only an inch shorter than Blood. The stud in that trailer is Blood's father, Black's father. His name is Crimson Vengeance, also known as Crim. His mare, or long-time mate is also in there. Guess who she is? That's Blood's and Black's mother, Primitive Ebony, or Ebony." She smiled triumphantly. "Corbin...those are your horses." She winked at her brother who had gone very, very pasty colored. At the mention of their names, Ebony and Crim whinnied loudly, their vocals blending together in a harmony beyond description.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] Same people! And little Lucy!
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] Woohoo!
MUSIC!?![/b] Monster-Skillet So kill me! It's like my favorite song. ^^
OUTFIT!?![/b] -----
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] What can I say? I do what I can![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Rockstar sniffed Rhys's hand then began to lip at his thumb. Then he pulled back and stood about a foot away from the big human stallion. His tail lashed wildly as he looked this way and that. His mother was watching him quietly. Sawyer was watching him, too. Why were all these people watching him? He whinnied in surprise and walked back to Rhys and shoved his nose into the man's stomach. Hiding his face. If he was hiding...No one would see him! It was the perfect plan.

He inhaled Rhys's scent and nickered. He smelt nice! He liked that smell. He began to rub his head against Rhys, whickering softly. As if complimenting the man's scent. Frost whinned to him again and this time, he obeyed. With one last look at the good smelling human, he cantered back to his dam.

Alex seemed to have noticed Blood's mood change. He turned Ace away as soon as Leelyn stopped petting him. "I'm gonna go see if I can jump over something without falling off." he joked before putting the dark bay into a trot. Sawyer nodded to Alex as he left.Well, Alex didn't jump very well. But Ace had never lost a competition. A very interesting pair.

Frost whickered to her colt when he finally came to her. She understood that he was stll youngand loved to meet new people and horses. He seemed to love the tall human male already. She knew that they were going on a trail ride and she was happy!

She turned her attention to the big red stallion that stood with Sawyer's twin. She nickered to the stud, as if she were inviting him to join them on their ride. Behind her a hicuping sound caught her attention. Kenya pulled at the reins but Lucy pulled back to keep the stubborn hybrid in place.

"Blood" Nathe said his name quietly. Just loud enough for maybe Sawyer to hear. His hand trailed down Blood's neck. He wanted to ride him. But, he was scared. He knew hat he couldn't ride very well. And part of him knew that his new horse wanted to take off in a full run.

He ook a step closer to where he stood beside the stallion, his hand trailing the thick muscle that lay under the blood red coat.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' I lost count
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' S'okay
Music ~' Nothing, because youtube died. And my ipod is upstairs and I'm downstairs.
Notes ~' -grins-
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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she was watching over russia, who was playing in the tall, meadow grass. she was leaned back against the trunk of a tree, the whispers of the wind and earth sweeping through the forest around her. she leaned back and closed her eyes. it had been three weeks and three months exactly since she had left shady lane. she was in kentucky, but she was just past the border. and at the moment, she was resting. she had been running, jogging, anything but walking. she was tired of walking. and russia was getting heavier by the day. the cub and her shared meals as roxxy hunted whatever she could and when it was skinned, she made a fire, cooked it, and so both of them were getting nutrition.

but once again, roxanna was getting irritable. her body was used to the functions that were taking place in her womb. so, she was showing her pregnancy already. her belly wasn't so flat anymore. it had the most minute of swells, but the perfect roundness was unmistakable. but she did thank god that she didn't vomit as much as she did with her first baby. russia was used to her mother by now; the young cub actually welcomed the sweet hugs and kisses. it was easy to tell that russia loved the affection. the cub was almost 3 months old now! the dark was falling, and that's when roxxy decided to call the cub back to her. "russiaaaaa!"

cats will be cats....even if the cat is not really a cat. russia looked at roxxy, looked back at the grass stem she was playing with, pounced on the grass, and then retreated to her mother with several loud yowls that spoke of her craving for attention. picking up russia, roxxy put her in the felt blanket and grabbed the knife that kept them safe as well as fed them and then began to make her way into the forest, the authentic moccasins, given to her by granny dot, making no noise as she padded over the soft kentucky blue. she looked a lot like an indian woman. with her long dark hair, dark skin, lean body, and short white dress, she actually cut a beautiful figure. but beauty meant nothing out here, in the wilderness. only one's wit and intelligence.

she was travelling at a faster pace than normal. she could make it on foot, to shady lane, by the end of this week, making it exactly four months since she'd been there. russia was already fast asleep in her arms by the time she exited the forest again. it had taken all night to get through the last of kentucky's forest. and once out, she encountered a village, a few small houses here and there, a small store, and then a co-op. she smiled happily. perfect. putting russia down, she found herself a place to sleep on the edge of the forest and once again waited till sundown. in the cover of night, she told russia to stay put and then made her way to one of the nearby houses.

knocking on the door, her mouth went dry and her face paled. what if they didn't let her in? she was having a million thoughts in her head when the door opened to reveal and young couple, probably not married for more than a few years. she knew how she must've looked. she looked wild with her exotic features, dirty dress, long exposed legs, and deerhide moccasins. she looked unkempt. "can....i please take a shower...?" there was silence, and then the woman placed a hand over her belly, looked down at it, and then smiled at her. "come on in! we're havin' supper, if you're hungry." roxanna almost cried. "no thank you... i've been travelling and i lost my horse...and well, i've been looking for a place to just clean myself up. i don't have any money..." the other woman just smiled kindly.

"bless your heart! just make yourself at home! i'll show you to the bathroom." turned out, the other woman was pregnant too. once roxxy had cleaned herself up, she left the house with a farewell and a thanks. she made her way back to russia and then started again making her way towards shady lane again.

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black was coming back through the forest that enclosed the meadows around shady lane ranch. he was coming to see if his mistress had come back home. he still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hurting. or she was in trouble. the ground began to shake as his smaller herd entered the open grounds of the ranch, the massive black stallion in the lead, melody to his left, the nameless palomino to his right. the beautiful red stallion was occupying a paddock, his head up and looking in the direction that black was fixing to come from. this smell was agitating him. he smelled all kinds of mares with this infuriating smell. then, he heard the sound of their hooves.

his brown eyes sparked with undeniable rage. as the blackest of black horses entered the open range on the ranch, the 17.2 hand frame reared high. his forelegs struck out furiously. his scream pierced the air. his four limbs touched down on the ground and with amazing speed, he bolted towards the gate of his paddock. he couldn't jump through over it. the blonde female had made sure that the fence around the paddock was over 7 feet high. but he stood up and hooked his front legs over the top of it. he whistled a challenge to this other powerful stud, his brown eyes bloodthirsty. black stopped the herd when the scream reached his ears. he could see a large flame by himself. looking at him, his eyes burst forth with black's usual nasty temper. picking up his hard, muscular body, he answered his brother's call. a scream came out of his vocals.

and then he was off. he was about half a mile away, just on the edge of the meadow. his strides lengthened, his neck stretching, teeth bared. he was flying smoothly into his top speed. he was bloodthirsty. and so was his brother, blood. blood saw black coming. the whistle sounded like his own! but it held black's own verbal signature. the anger built inside blood. he would not lose. adrenaline worked the enormous stud, his blood colored body moving away from the fence, only to come back and ram into it, his muscled structure colliding with the wood. he was becoming blind in his rage. the screams became louder, more intense. his hooves slammed down on the fence, over and over again. coming to a stallion's will, wood was nothing. even sturdy, newly cut timber. the gate busted and a crack in the wood was made and blood made his own hole. he gave a last angry scream and boiled through it. he was free. blood had blood on him from splinters and pieces of wood, but he was free. he felt no pain.

greedy for battle, blood resounded his whistle and ran forth to meet the other beast. unless someone came, one of the two stallions were going to die. it was like two gods collided. the sound was thunderous, like a crack of thunder in the heavens. they were on their legs, their teeth bared and striking one another. black was 5 years old. blood was 4. blood was younger and taller, but black had much much more experience. black struck first. his anger and sorrow coming out in his sharp teeth. his teeth went straight into the side of blood's muscled neck, creating a bite so deep that leelyn could probably stick her fingers in it up to her knuckles. blood unleashed an agonized wail, but his fury was made known as well. his long neck snaked around to bite at the skin just to the side of where black's head sat on his neck. then, he grabbed, black's mane and pulled it down, so black's neck twisted. to avoid having a broken neck, black had to roll in midair, or on the ground, making him vulnerable. blood followed black and almost landed a blow, but black surged upward, his strong body coming up under blood's so that the chestnut reared up and fell backwards. one of black's back hooves, as he had turned around and kicked, connected with blood's flank, skinning it badly. blood got back up and then went for black again, the two stallions once again mingling in the air. one was going to die unless someone tried to stop it.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] peoples!
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] VERY GOOD!!
MUSIC!?![/b] sometimes-skillet
OUTFIT!?![/b] ---
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] i know! i know! i'm juss tryin' tuh hepp ya museh.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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The family sat downstairs in the family room. Alex was channel surfing, Nathen was solving a rubix cube for the third time in eight minutes, Evean and Syra were battling it out in chess. Andre was playing with the dogs.

Sawyer was holding the diamonds that of course, never left his wrist. He thought about his converstation with Roxxy, praying that she was coming home. Once again, he was in a pit. Didn't talk much, for he go a headache when he did. He hd to remember the alphabet for the people who could see.

Now he could spell things right, kinda. So, for the last week. He was completely mute. When he decided to talk, he always had a pencil and paper with him. His handwriting wasn't good, but it wasn't that bad either. Compare his handwriting to the basic Dyslexic and there you go. Spelling was a problem. Now he was better.

Then they all heard footsteps coming. Dimonte. He walked down with three bundles of fur in his arms. Sawyer knew exactly what they were when he heard a single meow.

His pen scribbled across the paper, he heldit up reading "Cats?" he heard his father laugh "Well, I went to the shelter to get a companion for work, my boss says I culdn't get a dog so, I decided to get aat. I saw this little Bombay." He held up a large black cat with beautiful, striking eyes. The she-cat mewed and dropped to the floor. "And you know me and animals. I saw these two other kitties and I had to have them."

The mini black panther, the bombay, went up to Syra and purred. Then the dogs took notice. Bing used to cats, Sparks just sniffed the feline then left her alone. The other dogs were curious but stayed close to their pack's leader.

Syra lifted he black cat and smiled "What're their names?" she asked. Dad looked at the Black one "At the shelter they called her Berness Black. I'm actually fond of that name."

Sawyer eld out his hand for Berness to sniff. He could hear the cat purr happily as Syra stroked her head. "Woah! Is that cat brown? I've never seen a cat that colour before." Andre stood and took the brown cat. The feline had brown whiskers, too.

"He's a Havana Brown. Like the cigar, that why his name is Cigar. These cats are pretty rare. " he said scratching Cigar's head. Sawyer chuckled, shaking his head. They named a cat after a cigar? How funny.

"Ohh is that a Siamese?" Alex asked. Sawyer heard his dad smile "She sure is." Sawyer stood up. If there's one thing he knew about those cats is that they had the most beautiful blue eyes. He took the cat into his arms and smiled. "Her name is Siam. Original huh?" Dad laughed.

Sawyer stared into the kitty's eyes, and he focused hard until he saw those beautiful blue orbs staring back at him. He loved this cat already. She reminded him of Roxxy. Siam purred and rubbed her chin against Sawyer's chest. The boy wasn't the biggest feline fan but, either way. He grew up with many cats. He rememberd the fat cat Garfield. He was a tabby shorthair. He aways used to sleep on the foot of Sawyer's bed.

He remembered bawling when the cat died from some sort of kitty cancer whenhe was six years old. "Like I said, I couldn't get just one. Berness will come with me to the hospital, the other two will stay here."

Good, Sawyer loved Siam already. He smiled as he stroked her beautiful, soft fur. Dimonte seemed to take notice "You like her don't you Sawyer?" he asked. The blind man lifed his head and nodded "Her eyes, they remind me of..." he stopped there and looked down again.

"She reminded me of Roxxy too, Sawyer." Then Dimonte sat down. The cats padded around, getting used to their new surroundings. For the first time in days, Sawyer had a smile on his face. Well, they now had three new members of the family. Luckily none of them were allergic to cats.

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The next morning, he woke up to purring in his ear. Also the sniffing of a dog. He had an animal on each side. Spark's paws were on his chest. His fluffy body lay beside his. Sawyer reached up and found Siam curled up on his pillow, beside his head. The cat's eyes wide, then she meowed.

Sawyer smiled and sat up Sparks followed more slowly. "You getting more than you deserve." Sawyer chuckled to the dog. Sparks gave a soft woof before hopping off the bed and padded to his bowl and ate what was left in it.

"Look who's up and talking." the voice made Sawyer jump. "Nathen." he said with a smile. His twin came up and sat down. "So, you must've been warm last night. I came in and you had a cat sleeping on your head and a dog on your back." he chuckled. Sawyer grinned, he was rather warm that night.

"Can I say the same for you?" Sawyer asked, his voice oddly accented, as if his British heritage was catchig up to him. Well duh, it was his native tongue. Nathen snorted "Why?" he asked "I don't have a dog, or a cat." he said. Sawyer nodded to Cigar that had followed Nathen into his bedroom.

"Well, he's mah buddy. Im not gonna sleep with him yet." the two boys began laughing. "Hey, gay and gayer. are you hungry?" there came Evean's voice. "When aren't you hunrgy. I'll start breakfast." she asnwered her own question.

"Oh and Sawyer! Alex is sleeping like a baby and I can't get him up. You better do it." she winked at her brothers and walked down stairs Sam at her heels. Sparks stood up and followed the other wolf dog. Sawyer stood up and yawned.

"You gonna put on a shirt?" Nathen asked poked Sawyer in the ribs. The left side, the ribs that had the three nasty scars on them. Sawyer glanced back "Why should I? We're all family. Well, family and Syra." then they both roared with laughter.

Siam curled up in the place where Sawyer's head was. Nathen chuckled "Let's let her have her beauty sleep."

The two boys went into Alex's room, just to find him spawled out, looking happy in his dreams. "I got his legs" Sawyer said grabbing Alex's ankles. Nathen nodded and took hold of his wrists. Then they carried him downstairs and into the kitchen and lay him on the floor. And what was Alex wearing? Not much.

The twins were ready to scream with laughter when Syra came in. "You know I could've lived my whole life without this picture in my head...." she paused "Speaking of pictures." she took out her phone and snapped a few pictures. Sawyer and Nathen did the same "We should send these to Leelyn." Sawyer laughed.

Then Evean walked in "Ohh! Alex's a piano player, jockey, serial killer and now...a stripper sleeping in my kitchen!" She smiled then went and straddled his waist. "Imma show him how cowgirl style works...The fun way." she placed her hands on his chest and smiled

"If only he were taller." she licked his neck, and that's when he woke up. "HOLY CRAP I'M BEING RAPED!!!!!!!!!" he wailed. Evean screamed with laughter and so did everone else. Sawyer's sister rolled off, holding her stomach and laughing.

Alex stared right at Sawyer and Nathen "Bastards!" He charged them. Nathen and Sawyer stepped away and grinned. Nathen looked down and grinned "Well I have to say you look pretty happy. Pretty boy's in da moooooood"

The twins actually fell over laughing. Their arms around eachother, trying to support the other. Tears fell down their eyes. Alex looked down and yelled "WHAT THE-----YOU'LL ALL PAY FOR THIS!"

Then happy boy Alex ran upstairs. Andre came in next "Is Alex ok, he looks....." he looked down at the laughing so hard they're crying twins. Evean was smiling in triumph. "They say I don't got it BUT! I got it."

Alex came back down a half hour later. Evean smiled, looking up from her cooking. "You know we took pictures right?" she asked with a wink. Alex sneered "And you're going to send them to Leelyn. Well I hope she likes what she sees."

"Yeah that look on your face was hilarious!" Nathen waggled his eyebrows. Sawyer snickered and went back to eating.

"Nathen, let's go." he said standing. Nathen nodded "Aright, we're gonna go take over the world." he said and the twins left.

They pulled up to the ranch and let the dog out. Sparks bolted into the trees, appearently after something. Sawyer led the way to the barn where the tacked and mounted their horses. Sawyer was on Liberty while Nathen rode Rim. He wanted to go see Blood right away! He wanted to ride the massive brute stallion but, after he learned how to ride very well.

Sawyer nudged his stallion into a trot and Rim followed silently. They were about a mile away when Sawyer's head lifted, his gaze directed to the east "Oh no." he whispered. Nathen bit his lip and tried to listen but he couldn't hear.

"What is it?" he asked, Sawyer ignored him and then cried "BLACK!" with that Liberty shot forward at the speed of the fastest race horse. Nathen didn't know how to gallop yet. He hesitated. Riding was in his blood. He could gallop. He mouthed a silent prayer and then asked Rim for more speed. The bay gleding's legs moved faster and faster until it seemed that they were flying.

He could see the shape of Sawyer about fourty seconds ahead of them. Then, he saw them, a big black stallion fighing with Blood.

"BLOOD!" "BLACK!" the two boys wailed charging at full speed toward the two brothers. Black and Blood.

Meanwhile, Sparks was moving further and further away from Shady Lane, he was on a mission. A sweet nd familiar scent came his way. It was her! It was Roxxy! The wolf's nose trailed the ground as he left his home behind. Sawyer would be so happy if he came back with Roxxy!

Luckily the wind was moving the right way for him to follow the trail. Must follow, must find. Must makehis master happy. His wolfness came on and he felt perfectly happy in the wilderness. His tail wagged happily as he searched.

Find Roxxy, find Roxxy. Withing minutes of running, he was miles away from Shady Lane.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' They
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' WOOT!
Music ~' A song
Notes ~' Yep, Sparks go lookin for Roxxy.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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blood didn't smell Nathen because well, he was in a fight and wasn't totally aware of his surroundings. he was angry, yes, and could fight, yes. but as far as fights went, he had only been in a few. he had been sheltered at his previous home. he hadn't encountered many stallions and when he did, the area was controlled. he didn't even know anyone in the world existed but himself and this massive stallion he was fighting. it was when black gave him another grotesque bite on his shoulder and pulled away that he noticed a familiar smell. he turned his head to see nathen coming towards him on an unfamiliar horse. too bad black saw him first.

the huge brute of onyx turned his enraged gaze on the newcomers. he didn't see sawyer. he only saw a tall man who looked familiar to sawyer, but smelled totally different. he hated this man. he gave a battlecry and launched himself towards nathen and rim, hell in his eyes. he flew towards the team with his only intent of destroying. blood had wounds everywhere and was bleeding very badly, but as black broke away and raced towards his nathen, all that fury came back to him. black was going to kill his nathen! possessive attitude came back in a rush. he was going to tear this black stud apart. but black was so close to his master! blood let out a haunting scream and sailed after black. and just as black was about to collide headfirst with rim and nathen, taking them down, blood bulldozed into black's side, making the two 1700 pounds of horseflesh roll over and over on the blue grass.

black was the first up, but he didn't stand up completely without giving blood a nice kick to the chest. and they were at it again, in a rythm and dance as old as time. let's just hope it didn't end as it did with the old one and black.

***

while the stallions were fighting, roxanna was walking, little russia at her side. she was many, many miles from shady lane, so she still had some 5 days left of her journey. russia was getting tired, so roxxy picked her up. it was when she was bending over that she had the eerie feeling that she was being watched. immediately, she came down into a crouch, holding the cub close to her. obviously russia felt it too because all her hair stood on end and for a cub so small and seemingly defenseless, she looked absolutely demonic now. she was hissing madly, her blue eyes sparking angrily. "russia...be quiet!" but the cub wouldn't be quiet. "russia, honey, sh-" that's when the gunshots started. roxxy started bounding like a deer, her long legs springing forward, adrenaline carrying her body like an olympic sprinter.

a bullet whizzed past her head and made a large whole in the tree she past. she let out a squeal and made a zigzag line, suddenly making random course adjustments. more gunshots. someone had found her. roxxy started screaming. as she literally saw the bullet pass millimeters from her eyes. she dodged behind a thick oak tree, trying to clear her mind. looking everywhere, she saw a cliff like thing that dipped down into the water. there had to be an overhang. making a run for it, she dived and slid down the cliff, and pressed herself against the muddy walls, the earth towered over her like an awning. russia was still angry, but obviously she had gotten the message to be still and completely silent.

"god....help me." she whispered to heaven. she had no idea who was shooting. but suddenly, she felt the tender vibrations in the ground. the person was standing on the overhang. she didn't move. she said absolutely nothing. but then, she stiffened as the person jumped down onto the bank right in front of her. her heartbeat was in her throat. fortunately for her, her prayers did work and he never turned around. he just kept on walking. during the day, roxxy could feel his presence, whoever it was, haunting the woods. it scared her beyond belief. it was nightfall when she finally felt him disappear. the water was ice cold and had been to her knees the whole day. she had hypothermia. russia was warm though, but she was licking her mother's cheek.

roxxy finally moved her dead legs with maximum effort on her part, and crashed through the icy waters, her skin blue. she got to the other bank and lie there. she dragged herself onto the forest floor, already freezing and lying on the cold ground did no good. russia was yowling now. impatiently. she was hungry and she was frightened. her mother was sick! or something was wrong with her. roxxy looked at her and smiled, but the attempt was just a vague twitching of her blue lips. she pulled herself up the bank, but then she had to stop. she was beyond shivering. her body was slowly shutting down, because all of a sudden, she felt very warm. russia had a croon in her yowl as she began to rub against roxxy, as if trying to stir circulation and warm her.

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[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Nathen stared in horror at the two stallions. He didn't know what to do! What was he going to do? He looked over at Sawyer. His twin was circling the fighting studs at a trot. Hoping to grab one of the horse's attention. Rim didn't move at all. No matter how much Nathen nudged him and kicked him. The gentle genlding didn't know what was going on.

Then Black charged him, Nathen's eyes grew wide at the sheer power of the horse. He didn't hear Sawyer's wail "NATHEN MOVE! MOVE NOW!" Rim reared up when Blood collided with his brother. Nathen slid from the animal's back and landed on his back with a breathless gasp, And he was in the way of the two studs!

Sawyer cried his name but Nathen's head was still rattling around in his head. He was confused and his back hurt now. He heard the thundering hooves of Liberty rush toward him. But it was too late, he felt a hoof smash his arm. He didn't know who it belonged to. He really didn't care. He heard a crack and felt pain and that was it.

He let out a pained howl His voice echoed around the ranch. Then Sawyer rushed by, grabbing his wrist on the good arm and pulled him onto Liberty. Nathen was clutching his arm which looked backwards. Pain searing throug his shoulder and chest, he held onto Sawyer for dear life.

His brother's heart was beating fast, he could feel it. He also felt Sawyer wince and clutch his own arm. His free hand tangled in the reins. Nathen blinked and looked at Blood and Black.

"Listen to me closely. I'm going to pull up next to Blood. Jump onto his withers....Hard enough and you'll bring him down. I'll do the same for Black." Sawyer called over the screaming and thundering hooves. Nathen thought that was the stupidest idea he had ever heard. "Throw all your weight on his withers or it won't work. You have to trust me Nathen." he said quickly. Nathen nodded "I do." he said quietly. Sawyer nodded and pulled Liberty around and inched him closer to the stallions.

Nathen had a broken arm and he was going to jump onto a crazed animal!? "Alright! JUMP" Sawyer cried and Nathen pushed himself off Liberty's back. Throwing all his weight forward, landing on target. Right on Blood's wither's. That would most likely make him fall forward.

He saw Sawyer leap off Liberty and lan on Black's withers. Hopefully the two horses would be dazed and it would give the boys a few minutes to get the stallion's to their feet and seperate them. Oh, he got it now. When his arm hit skin, he wailed in pain again. Please, please work he prayed silently.

He didn't stop running, his tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted. He navigated his way even further from home. The scent of Shady LAne still hung in the air. Only once did he stop to hunt. He caught a rabbit and swallowed it int hree bites, leaving the bones. The basic signature of a wolf kill. What he didn't know was that he had a hunter on his trail.

He ran and ran and ran! Then BANG! He heard a bullet wizz past his head. Hunter! Gun! RUN! The wolf bolted into the trees but the hunter was still there. Her scent was so strong here. Mixed with the scent of....mountain lion? He jumped over a falled tree, a bullet sailing nto its barn only miliseconds later.

Then he heard her! She was behind him! But the hunter was there, too. RUN RUN RUN! He thought coming to a small cliff. He sailed over it, landing on a overhang before taking a flying leap. He felt the cold wind rush through his fur and then he landed into the water. He could feel the ice cold liquid spill past his fur, stinging his coat.

He sprinted out of the water, giving his coat a shake before movig forward. He wasn't safe yet. He saw him. Standing there. He also saw her. He saw Roxxy. The wolf dog pressed his muzzle to the ground. He ha to lead this bad bad man away from her. Appearently he was after Sparks. Good. The wolf stood and loped away. Far into the woods but stayed close. Leading the bad man in circles. He his in a bush and let his fur dry.

Then he took off again. He was still on a mission. It was starting to get dark when the last gunshot rang. It grazed Spark's shoulder. Blood of the wolf splattered everywhere. He held in a painful yelp and turned on his attacker. He lept at him with a bark and a growl and sank his fangs into the soft flesh on the man's shoulder.

Animal power held in his normally angry eyes. Every hair on his body stood on end, his tail raised to full height. Lips pulled back and a wolf like snarl escaped those sharp teeth. Then he opened wide and his jaw went right for this man's head. Instead he snapped his mouth shut when he was only inches from the bad man's face. Must not kill human. He told himself. He snorted, lifting his head and letting out the all too amliar Sparks howl. So much wolf held inside.

Then he jumped off and bolted to find Roxxy. He was about a mile away so once again he followed his nose. He heard the mewling of the hungry cub first. He raced after another rabbit that was escaping to its hole. He carried his prey all the way until he saw them. Roxxy looked sick, cold! OH NO!

He ran toward her, setting the rabbit down. He stopped beside her, sniffed her hair. She needed to get warm. Luckily, Spark's winter coat was all full and fluffy. He plaed his paws over her and lowered his long body, which was only two inches shorter than her own. He was a very big dog. He whined and let his fur cover her. His coat dry and his skin warm from running. He nudged the cub, as if telling her not to lick, just rub. He rubbed his cheek against her's

Then he lifted his head and let out a very desperate howl.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' ......People and animals
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' WOOT!
Music ~' New Divide---Linkin Park
Notes ~' Had to put a little twist on things. And yes, the putting all your weight on the withers thing works. It only works with big 200lb guys like me. Won't hurt the horse, it'll take down even the craziest of horses. Don't do it, though. It's incredibly dangerous and I know people who got killed doing it.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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black did not have the upper hand when blood finally got back up. the big red stallion loved nathen and would put his life on the line for the man, just like black would for roxxy. and once you mess with the stallion's master, no anger exploit could surmount through the rage that had consumed blood's soul whole-heartedly. blood pulled back his neck while they were high in the air, forelegs locked, and struck black's skull like a snake and didn't let go. his sharp teeth were actually grinding into black's flesh. black screamed in agony as much as anger. he couldn't fight back! a sudden notion came to his cunning mind. with a little effort, he jumped on his back legs, his muzzle shooting forwards, blood's teeth slicing through the skin on his head and down his neck between his ears, laying it open to the bone. however, black's teeth were securely fastened on blood's windpipe.

blood felt the other's hot breath on his throat and his natural instinct was to go forwards, further into black's mouth, so as to induce a gag reflex. but before he was able to do any of that, he saw black strike out and kick his nathen. and seconds later, a terrible weight landed on his whithers, as the same happened to black. they immediately released the holds on one another and fell forward, past each other. black did feel dazed, and it was from loss of blood. blood was the same way, way more bone showing out of wounds than was supposed to. black looked at blood and they both struggled to get up, dark dots dancing before their eyes. they were breathing heavily as well.

***

she was fading to and from consciousness. it wasn't like she'd planned this. she had lost her knife somewhere back in the rush, probably lost in the forest by now. leaving her defenseless if the man came back. she looked to the side to see her furry companion, russia. her voice was a soft murmur, "momma's gon' be alright, russia. i won't leave you." but sure enough, her blue eyes closed and her heartbeat slowed dramatically. maybe she was bound to die alone. there was no granny dot nearby to save her this time. this meant that the baby- oh no! her baby would die! no! roxxy, through heavy efforts, forced her blurry eyes open to see a large presence hovering around her. russia obviously didn't like it, because she was cowering into roxxy's side and yet striking fiercely at the air next to this creature, hissing with ears pinned.

roxxy tried to focus but her brain was losing oxygen. suddenly, this massive outline made sense. and as it made more sense to her who it was, her vision snapped clear. "sparks!" she smiled weakly and though she didn't know how she managed to do it, she raised an arm to pet the wolf mix. "you're such a good dog. i love you sparks. that mean sawyer nearby?" she was getting warmer when she felt his fur wrap around her thin frame. russia had calmed down with the attacks, but her blue eyes showed heavy mistrust. after a few moments, roxxy heard spark's howl. after his constant rubbing, roxxy felt pain. pain was good. pain meant that the nerves were warming so that she could feel again. and if the nerve endings were warming, then her circulation was speeding back to normal.

roxxy looked at her cub and spoke to sparks, "they can't hear you, sweetheart. you have to go home. you have to tell them i'm coming, okay?" shifting around, she tore a piece of her already ragged dress off and gestured for sparks to take it in his mouth. "i'm okay now...you saved me, yet again. now, go home. take this to sawyer." she spoke gently, but her voice was still weak. she looked at the big wolf dog and then grabbed his head and kissed him in her favorite spot: in the dip between his eyes. "go on." using all she had, she pushed herself up to stand and had to hold on to a tree for support. but nonetheless. she was standing.

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[/b] mammals. booyah!
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] ---
MUSIC!?![/b] um....lemme thank....*sits in chair and things*
OUTFIT!?![/b] ----
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] QUIEN ES TU MAMACITA???!!! *sputters with laughter* ah...the things people juss dunno. ^^[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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When the two horses went down, Nathen and Sawyer lept out of the way. Both men covered in dirt, and Nathen. Blood dripped down his arm which was broken in three places. It hung loosely at his side. Pain stabbed him everywhere. His twin brother didn't look much better. His lips was spilt. Possibly from lading on fighting stallions while running 35mph on a racehorse.

"You alright?" Sawyer looked at Nathen with concern in his dark eyes. Nathen nodded "Yeah, we both look like hell though." he offered a small smile and Sawyer started laughing "We always look like hell! Now let's move these horses. Grab Blood's mane near his poll and withers, if you can. Support on the neck and the legs will soon follow. Lead him away, far away. I'll call the vet." he said.

Nathen nodded stepping up beside his horse. He bit his lip and prepared himself for the intense pain. With one hand, he grabbed the flame coloured mane near Blood's poll, and another handful of mane near the withers. His arm was trembling uncontrolably. It hurt so bad! OH GOD IT HURT!

He hauled Blood's neck up. Wimpering in pain. He looked over at Sawyer. He was calling the vet. Nathen's good arm went under Blood's neck, below the plae where Black bit him. All the while muttering quietly to his Blood. Wincing every five seconds. "I need to go see Dad, soon. It's pretty bad. C'mon Blood. You have to stand up!"

Sawyer was rambling quickly into the phone. "Yeah we have two stallions here. Big fight." was really all he heard. Then his own vision blurred with tears. "Oh God!" he whispered, biting his lower lip.

The wolf dog heard her words. He didn't really understand human. He knew a couple words she said. He heard Sparks, and Sawyer. He looked around as if hoping that his master would come out of the trees. He also heard her say Good dog! His tail began to wag. He looked down at her with deep amber eyes.

Then he heard go home. He knew that command! He was going to go home. He was going hom with Roxxy! Oh how happy Sawyer would be! He took the cloth into his mouth and watched as she stood up. No! He wasn't leaving. If there was one thing Sawyer and Sparks had in common, it was their stubborness. He wasn't going home with a piece of cloth. He was going home with Roxxy!

Besides, they were off course. Shady Lane was due west! They were facing south! He had to get her on course! He padded up to her and placed the cloth at her feet. It was his way of saying "No".

Then he saw her belly, and he smelled it! Oh my! She was having puppies! He whined. He wasn't going to leave her here when she was going to have puppies! Wait! Didn't human only have a single pup? Didn't matter! She could have a whole litter.

Standing he touched his nose to her swollen belly and looked at her. His way of saying "What about your puppies?" Then he turned and limped a few feet away. The cold making the bullet wound in his shoulder sting. He sat down and licked his bloody shoulder. Making himself feel right at home with Sawyer's mate.

Another reason why he should stay. She needed the protection, the warmth. The bad bad man was still alive, he just had a very nast wound in his shoulder. One that was most likely going to get infected. He then began to gnaw on his prey which had been waiting to be eaten. He then saw the cub. He had been taught to fear mountain lions. But this one was only a cub.

He was as much as a male as Sawyer or Black, but he had a soft side for the little ones. He picked up the rabbit and limped over to Russia. He dropped it at the cub's feet and nudged it towards her. She had to eat. Anyway, he could always catch more for himself. His pack instinct taking over. Alphas and pups eat first. Russia, even though she wasn't a wolf, was still a pup. She ate first.

You can take the wolf out of the pack but, you can't take the pack out of the wolf....

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' All evolved from fishies!
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' .....
Music ~' The Way I are ----- Timbaland
Notes ~' I ATE AN APPLE TODAY! Now THAT'S something I bet you didn't know
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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roxxy looked at sparks and smiled sadly. that dog was so stubborn. just like her boyfriend. just like sawyer. she looked down at the cloth at her feet and a hand went over her swollen belly. "fine." she sighed wearily and looked as sparks as he limped away. a frown crossed her face and there it remained as she stumbled to him. she came to sit or rather fall on the space beside him. she looked at sparks as he put the carcass in front of russia. for a cub so young, russia knew exactly what to do. her instincts came out. with a snarl, she pounced on the already dead animal and with very sharp claws, held on to it and dug in its jugular with her pointed fangs. after a few seconds, she let go and began to lap at the cooling blood, finding it satisfying to her taste.

roxxy watched with a motherly fondness. and then it hit her. what was she going to do with a puma? she could go get an exotic pet liscence, but then again, she would always have to watch russia's actions. russia was very much a wild animal. she was not a pet. she could be tamed, but never domesticated. roxxy sighed and ran a hand through her dirty hair. "i guess i'll figure out what to do with you later." she then smiled and burst into laughter as she watched the cub abruptly stop lapping the crimson liquid and bolted away, tail arched, and then slam back onto the piece of prey, latching on to it so they rolled across the leaf littered forest floor. then, after a moment of giving the neck and throat random bites, russia seemed to calm down and began to meticulously bite into the stomach, making the tender entrails fall out, the so called "good" meat that all carnivores perferred.

she looked at sparks and then that frown returned. "well, sparks, if i you're gonna stay, then i need you in working order. sit. stay." coming closer to him, she took a look at the nasty bullet wound. a tender heart for animals, roxxy's eyes immediately gave up and tears fell down. "oh, sparks!" she wiped her tears away and then pushed the fur away. she could see the bullet. the edges of the torn skin was already puffy. and the skin was hot with a fever. bullets were not clean. and if she didn't get it out, sparks would most certainly get lead poisoning. she took her heads away from the wound and then put her hands on her knees. then, she reached for sparks muzzle to direct his head to her. her eyes met his. in a soft voice, though not changing in pitch, spoke, "sparks. you gotta trust me. this is going to hurt...but i have to get this thing out that's hurting you."

her face was set in grim lines as she kissed him in her favorite spot and then held him down with one hand while the other tenderly probed and then the cold fingers slid in to quickly grab the bullet.

***

blood smelled blood. and it wasn't his own. he looked at his owner to see that it was coming from nathen. at the smell, he quelled. when nathen applied upward pressure to his shoulders, blood followed as commanded. and he could feel nathen's pain like his one. it was in the tiny vibrations that were in nathen's every motion. it bothered the giant red stallion deeply. giving a soft nicker, blood looked at the arm, completely standing. the perfectly shaped Arabian head bowed down to touch nathen's cheek. looking at black and sawyer, he realized that he needed to take care of his owner. he prodded nathen then moved his head to look at his back. he repeated the motion. the meaning was clear. "ride me."

black was looking at sawyer. that mood was still there and ultimately, black hated the tall man now. hated him with a passion. and he wanted to tear him apart. he wanted to tear every human apart. because he was rapidly becoming uncontrollable again, without roxxy's constant show of love and affection. but two figures caught his attention. melody and the nameless palomino were calling to him, trying to complacent him. his head turned towards the, but his body was pointed at sawyer, the brawny stallion twitching in irritation. suddenly, melody and the palomino took off from the herd and ran towards him. black looked back at sawyer, hate and deep anger in his sparkling brown eyes. with ears pinned and teeth bared, he took a lunging step towards sawyer, but then, whirled around and made for the two lead mares of his still rather large herd. one can only hope that sawyer could understand the transformation he was going through.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] roxxy, nathen, sawyer, hehe.
WORDS!?![/b] word count
MUSE!?![/b] ahshum!
MUSIC!?![/b] please don't laugh at me. blood hound gang-mammals; 3-britney spears
OUTFIT!?![/b] ---
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] sorry it took me so long! and no, i didn't know. ^^[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Nathen's head turned to watch Sawyer's and Black. He saw the hatred in Black's eyes, directed at Sawyer. Nathen looked at the black expression on Sawyer's face. He showed no fear toward the giant animal. He showed no emotion at all.

How could someone not fear Black? It seemed that Sawyer feared nothing.

"I fear for Roxxy, wherever she is, I'm scared that she's in danger. I'm not there to protect her." Sawyer was suddenly standing right in front of Nathen. The twin jumped in surprise of how fast and quietly his brother moved. "How did you...." then he felt Blood touch his cheek. He turned toward his horse, reaching up with his good arm and scratched his poll. He could feel Blood's pain aswell as his own.

He looked to the horse's back and hesitated. He couldn't even ride well, and he ha a broken arm and the cold was starting to sting. He looked to Sawyer who was still standing beside him.

"The cold will stiffin your arm,you need to get it fixed right now!" he said. Nathen narrowed his eyes "How can you read my mind!? It's weird" he said sounding irritated. Sawyer half smiled "I focus on how you shift around, how fast your heart beats. I can guess what you're thinking then. Of course I can't hear exactly what your thinking. Only a guess." he said. Relaxing, Nathen tried to lift his arm but the pain stabbed him like a knife

"I guess I should." he said looking back at Blood. Still, he wanted to ride him so much! That's really all he wanted to do. "You can ride him, just keep it slow." Sawyer said.

"Will you cut that out!" Nathen grunted and Sawyer laughed. "Reading your mind is so easy! You're always thinking the same thing I am!" Nathen grunted again "Ok, so I'm gonna ride him. And you're not going to laugh at me when I fall off, right?" he asked with a wink.

"Of course I'll laugh! But I'll catch you. Can't risk breaking that arm even more. Here, I'll give you a lift." Sawyer knelt down and laced his fingers together. Nathen smiled, placed his foot in Sawyer's hands and had to be lifted onto Blood's red back. He tangled his fingers into his long mane, while his broken arm hung limp at his side.

He looked down at Sawyer and smiled "I'm finally taller than you! YAY" both boys laughed.

He watched as the cub played with her food...Cats! Didn't they have manners. If Roxxy weren't here, he'd show that cub how to play with a fresh kill! The slightly gross but fun way.

His paw was lifted, putting weight on it hurt. He looked at Roxxy when she flopped down beside him. His tail wagged happily. He missed her so much! So so SO much!

Then she spoke. He only caught a few words. He was already sitting, and he was already staying! Tilting his head, the wolf dog waited as she searched his fur. Finding her fingers very soothing against the warm skin.

Then he felt pain! Pain as she reached into the wound for the bullet. She was hurting him! That was bad! But, he trusted her. Was she trying to help him? He ignored the pain and, when the bullet was out. He turned his head and licked her cheek, again and again. Giving her many thankful doggy kisses. His ears lay flat against his head an his tail wagged. He stopped his licking Roxxy and went to clean the blood off his wound.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sawyer, Nathen, Roxxy.
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' .....
Music ~' Poker Face---Lady Gaga
Notes ~' You didn't take long. I'm patient.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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blood was getting agitated. this herdmate of nathen was blocking his way! as they chatted, he could hear the different tones and he most certainly understood them! his nostrils flared with rapid anger. he heard irritation in nathen's voice. he turned his brown gaze on sawyer, his teeth quickly coming to a show. the red ears pinned themselves. but then nathen's attitude and body language changed again. it became calmer, but pained. blood's focus returned to the task at hand. he had to take care of his master! he have a loud whinny, impatient in voice. that's when sawyer boosted nathen onto his back.

it felt odd. and he immediately repulsed, but he didn't move. he only tensed up. but he had to go! suddenly, mindful of nathen's pain, blood took off in a slow canter, the gait amazingly smooth for a horse that had never been ridden. but then the canter became a slow gallop, and unlike his brother, blood only needed the slightest of touches to send him into the right direction.

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roxxy felt the bullet and pulled it out quick and clean. holding it in her hand, she mentally measured the size of the bullet. it was a size .22. sparks was blessed. anything bigger would've totally shattered his shoulder. as it was, it would probably heal in a matter of months. roxxy sat back and let sparks cover her cheek in wet doggy kisses. she couldn't wipe the grin off her face. but then, he went to cleaning off his wound and roxxy wiped her face off. "you silly boy." she gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and then looked to russia who was still chowing down on the hare. "i have almost all my animals..." that frown crossed her face again and she felt the hot tears stream down her face as she thought of the black stallion, the irish setter, and the paint mare she missed so much.

it was getting colder and there was absolutely no cover. another night in the forest. sighing, she looked at russia who waddled over to her open arms with a bloated belly. picking up the cub, roxxy lie down on her right side, her body making a long, continuous curve. she only had a thin, short dress and moccasins. not much comfort. but for everynight she had been by herself or with russia, she had to deal with it. it was no different now. russia curled up beside her adopted mother and lie her head on roxxy's arm. and eventually, she fell asleep. roxanna followed soon afterwards. but the sleep was restless, often times during the night her hand would go to rest on her stomach.

she woke up the next morning, covered in sweat. she stank and she felt a ripple of pain through her body. she couldn't help the blood-curdling scream that came out of her vocals. something was wrong with her baby! russia woke up with a bolt, flying away from roxxy, who was trying desperately to stand on cold, numb legs. with one hand, she was helping pull herself up and the other was clutching her hot, swollen belly. she was sweating bullets. and she was also saying every cussword in the book. this pain was gripping her whole body! then, a shudder, tremor shot through her legs and lower body. it felt as if something was ripping the baby from her!

she gave another scream of agony, and her legs almost buckled but her arm held on to the tree and her legs continued to shake. she began to pant heavily. and then, it all stopped and blood began to drip on the ground. it was gone. roxxy's tears shed themselves tenfold as she raised up her dress to pull down her panties and reveal the little creature that had been forming to be a baby. she lost it. she had lost another baby. and she knew without a doubt it would've been a little boy. she had been wrong before. it was a little boy. but the little body fell down onto the crisp bedding of leaves that covered the ground. with a shout, roxxy's knees buckled and she fell over, doubled over.

she was sobbing uncontrollably. "i lost him! god, help me, i've lost my son!" she looked at the fetus, only even completely formed and tenderly caressed its miniscule face. russia, not understanding, smelled the blood in the air. head bobbing and mouth opened, she took in the menstrual blood and came closer. as the smell became stronger, she shuddered and then bolted away again. this was a strange thing! was that her littermate? but why wasn't it moving! her mother was sad. she could tell. she let out a mournful yowl. her pink nose prodded roxxy's thigh, and roxxy looked around to see the cub and swooped her into her arms and just cried in her fur, russia trying to lick the salty drop of water as they slid down.

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WORDS!?![/b] word count
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[Desert]

Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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It felt so...natural. Riding Blood. He couldn't help but laugh. Pure joy filling his vocals. Plus, he was laughing at Sawyer who was running beside them. His twin brother was running hard. Dimonte had said that Sawyer could run forever, if he wished. Sawyer was a sprinter. The high school track star that everyone loved.

Simple right? Yes. His twin brother was staring straight ahead, laughing too. It was all so perfect.

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""I wouldn't ride for a while, Nathen." Dimonte said after throwing Nathen's arm into a cast and sling. "Awww" both twins whined. "Don't 'awwww' me boys. I know what's best. And honestly, Nathen you're not the best rider." the doctor looked up from his ultra sound on a young woman. The two boys were allowed to stay in the room unless sugery was involved.

"Thanks Dad, that really helps my self esteem." Nathen snorted "Yeah, twenty-years-old and taking orders from your dad! Shocker!" the young woman smiled looking at the monitor as Dimonte observed the baby they were looking at.

"Uhhhhhh, well when your father won't hesitate to tie you to the train tracks. You kinda have to obey." Sawyer mumbled, staring at the screen even though he couldn't see it. Nathen could only guess what was going through his brother's mind. He knew that he was going to be a father, then Dimitri killed his baby. It was all so sad.

"I wouldn't tie you to the train tracks. I'd tie you to the train." Dimonte laughed while pointing out the baby's heart beat to the mother. A look of softness came over the woman's face as she looked at her husband who was standing beside her, hand in hand.

"Don't worry, guys. I still take orders from my father, and I'm almost fourty." the man said with a wink. Dr. Contaro stood up from where he was sitting and smiled. "Well, it seems that you have a healthy little baby. Come back in a few weeks."

"Thank you Dr. Contaro. I can't tell you how happy I am." the father to be said shaking Dad's hand. "Oh I think I do, sir." he looked over at Nathen and Sawyer. "I cried when I found out that my wife and I were having twins." he faked wiping away a tear. "And look at what I got. Two boys who are a big pain in the ass."everyone but the twins laughed. They just raised a brow. Sawyer was looking down, his body shaking involentarily.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go see the kids. Haven't been there in a few days." he whispered before standing up and leaving. Nathen and Dimonte watching him go.

A sad look crossed Dimonte's features as he began to clean up the large hospital room. "Loosing a child is one of the hardest facts to face. But Sawyer's case cannot be changed."

"How do you know?" Nathen asked calmly, curious now. His father turned and looked at him with sad eyes "I lost you but, now I have you back. Sawyer's baby can't come back." his voice cracked at the last part. Nathen frowned, closing his eyes trying to picture his lively brother on the day of his unborn baby's murder. He saw a man whose face was twisted with pain, tears falling down his sad eyes, face white. It broke Nathen's heart to no end.

"C-can't they try again. When Roxxy comes back, I mean?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. He could still have a child with Roxxy, right? The doctor sighed and shook his head. "It's not that easy, Nathen. It'll be a miricle if Roxxy with ever have children" He went to his files and looked through them for a moment before pulling out a black sheet with something on it.

Handing it to Nathen, the doctor spoke slowly "That's Roxxy's uterus after I removed the baby. So broken. It could take six years to heal fully. If that." what Nathen saw was something out of a horror film. He saw the shape of a woman's uterus but more...broken. It looked like it was ready to just fall out of her body, he saw that her lining had been pierced and he could see a darker spot near the middle.

"What's that?" Nathen asked, pointing to the dark spot. Dimonte didn't even look. "That's the knife wound. It went right through. She's healing now. But she's definantly in no condition to have kids. She may be able to get pregnant but, the baby could never last four months." he sat down beside Nathen, looking at the wall. The young man stared down at the picture and shuddered. "Why?" he asked, wanting answers.

He was angry now, he hated Dimitri even more now that he saw this. He killed a life that hadn't even started yet, if that wasn't pathetic, then what was? "When a baby grows, the woman's uterus must expand with it, giving the child room. Roxxy's can't do that now. So, round the three month mark, the child would be too big for the uterus to handle. The baby would suffer and would have no other option but...out."

"So you're saying that if she got pregnant. At about three months her baby would push itself out of her body....That's kinda gross." he bit his lip. The doc took the photo and placed it back in its file "Yes, it could take a few hours. The cord itself would have to be cut."

"That's why when she comes home, no matter how much I want it. I can't have sex with her. I'm afraid I might hurt her, and that's the last thing I want to do. It's too risky." a voice behind them said solemly. The doctor and his son turned around to see Sawyer, he had to children in tow. One look about a yeat old. Sawyer's arm was around the baby boy almost protectivly. Like, father protective. Beside him stood a three-year-old girl, holding the man's hand.

"Wise choice, son. But you can, just gentle. Very gentle." Dimonte said softly. Sawyer half smiled "Guys like us aren't good at being gentle when it comes to the ladies." he said before walking off. The young girl skipping beside him. While the baby's thumb was in his mouth. Blue eyes looking around the hallway.

Father and son looked at eachother and Dimonte sighed again "C'mon. Let's go get something to eat." then they both left the room. Sawyer walking the opposite way then the two other men.

The wolf-dog stayed awake, sitting a distance away from the small camp. Keeping an eye out for danger. When he was sure there was none, he went and curled up beside Roxxy, falling into a light sleep.

He woke up a hour later and was instantly whining. Something was wrong with her puppies! Something was very wrong! They were dying! Her puppies were dying! Oh no! He did something very...male the next moment. He sniffed her belly and then smack between her legs. It was bad! They were being born! But it was too early for a human! That he did know. The pups wouldn't even be able to survive! And in this cold. He paced nervously, not knowing what to do! He smelled blood and the scent of birth.

Finally he gave up and ran off into the woods. Howling his head off. Scaring half the prey in the forest. He didn't care. His master's mate was in pain! She was giving birth too early! What to do! What to do! He needed a vet! A vet would help her. Like Dimonte. Human vets were good at this kind of stuff.

But where would he find him way out here in the woods! There were no vets! He ran faster and faster, searching for nothing, in a panic. Save the puppies! HE MUST SAVE THEM!

It was dawn when he finally padded back into the camp, his heart ached at his failure. He could not save them. He was about a mile away when he heard her scream. Beating his laegs faster, he launched himself into the clearing to see her. Smell her. Then the single pup lay on the leaves, gone. He had failed Roxxy! He was a bad bad dog.

Sniffing the tiny body, he looked up and saw her sobbing. Sparks's tail went between his legs and his ears lay back on his skull. His deep amber eyes filled with almost human intellegence. He understood. His sad eyes stared right at her with a clear message. "I tried to save him. But I failed. I'm sorry."

He looked like a puppy that had torn up the sofa and knew it had been wrong. He looked ashamed and heartbroken. It was his fault that she had lost her pup. All his fault. He let out a painful sound that was a mix between a whine, and a howl.

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Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight

Tags ~' Sawyer, Nathen, Roxxy, Dimonte
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~' Awesome!
Music ~' I really don't know what it is but it..Is...HILARIOUS
Notes ~' ^^ 8,000 words coming up next huh? HA! Let's see you try!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence

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leelyn was asleep, for once, when roxxy met with sparks. she hadn't been feeling good all day, and jilanna was the same way. as she laid her her down, she held her flat stomach, the way her missing sister had when she was pregnant. leelyn couldn't get pregnant. it was impossible. she had taken tests after tests and they all confirmed her condition. she was sterile, infertile, however you looked at it. so, leelyn fell asleep, not worried about herself. but she had the strangest dream. she had a dream about her sister being born, roxanna, and how worried she was about her little bright eyes. the thought made her give an involuntary sob.

she woke up to find jilanna walking through her door; her slightly taller sister closed the door behind her and came to lay down on the bed next to leelyn. and they held each other. jilanna's fair skinned arms mimicked leelyn's as they were wrapped around the blonde's torso. and the thing was, they were both crying. they missed their sister, and had to go on with life, even though someone they had grown up with and loved all their life was gone. they couldn't worry, because everything in their lives would gradually come to ruin. so, they had to on, like nothing had ever happened. like their youngest sister wasn't missing and wasn't in trouble, and wasn't in pain. "i hate myself. i hate myself because i couldn't protect her from dimitri." there were tears pouring down her profile. little jilanna's heart was in a battle too.

she replied in a sob, "oh stop it! it's as much my fault as it is yours, leelyn." she hugged her sister tighter. she felt so incomplete and so shallow for not even mourning the loss of her sister. she didn't think roxxy was dead...she'd just know if that was the case. but who was to say that she wasn't hurting and in trouble? they eventually cried themselves back to sleep. it was in the dawn hours of the morning when simultaneously, though not known by them, that leelyn shot up, scarlett howled, black screamed, and melody whinnied. it was all at the same time. leelyn clutched her chest. she felt something was definitely wrong with her sister. she looked to jilanna, but she didn't even have to wake her up. jilanna was staring at the ceiling with wide, frightened eyes.

"something's wrong with her! i can feel i-" she was suddenly cut off by the sound of another howl by scarlett. it was long and mournful. scarlett felt it too! at the drop of a dime, both sisters jumped out of bed, swung open the door, and then fled down the stairs. scarlett was whining, howling, barking, making every god-awful noise she could. mystique was whimpering too. she was confused about scarlett's behavior. the beautiful golden canine ran up to her owner, leelyn, and buried her face in leelyn's pajamas. coddling mystique, leelyn looked at scarlett's sad brown eyes. her ears were drooping more than was usual and there seemed to be tears coming out of her brown eyes. jilanna tried to calm the large irish setter, but scarlett suddenly lowered to vocals to just whimpering and whining and she slunk away, looking like the epitome of sadness.

leelyn watched scarlett go into a corner, curl up, and put down her head, her brown eyes so sad. leelyn's eyes were watering too. a scream suddenly sounded again. it was so high-pitched, it almost sounded like an eagle. but it was definitely a stallion. a big, angry, frustrated, sorrowful, black stallion. leelyn looked at jilanna. "go to bed. there's something i have to do." the redhead hesitated, but after a second, she nodded, wiped her tears away, hugged leelyn, and then walked back up the spiralling staircase. when leelyn knew that her sister was back in bed, she called mystique to heel and went outside.

the blast of cold air made her shiver. but mystique seemed warm and content just to be in her beloved's presence. leelyn looked around the eerie backyard she owned, which was thick, decently long range of bluegrass. going barefoot, she stepped onto the natural, soft carpet. the coldness sent another shiver up her spine. she sighed and began to walk a fast, determined pace. she was several acres from her back door, mystique at her side when leelyn put her hands around her mouth and shouted, "black! melody!" with a singer's lungs, leelyn's voice tended to carry very far. and all she needed to call was once. she heard the angry scream of a stud and the gentler whinnies of two mares. two mares? leelyn recognized the hoofbeats of three horses. they were coming. with a quizzical gaze, leelyn looked at the edge of forest they were coming from. where was the thunderous sound of many more hooves?

it seems the herd had finally disappeared all together. and all that was left was coming to her. the hoofbeats were getting louder and mystique was bristling by now. a growl was rippling up her throat and she took a step in front of leelyn. and then there they were. the moon still hadn't disappeared, but it wasn't quite exactly as dark as it was hours ago. but it made a picturesque moment. the tall dark demon of a stallion galloping towards her, and then the beautiful mares, the silver light bathing their black, paint, and palomino coats. they came to a stop in front her. leelyn felt the air leave her lungs and she worked hard to get it back in there. seeing a horse this massive and this angry and sad at the same time was something that unnerved her, who had been around horses for a while now. "black...you need to be put in the stall. you need to quit running away. we promised we'd take care of you, for roxxy. and we can't do that if you are constantly running away."

she looked at the palomino and gave a low whistle. the palomino's ears flicked towards her. "come here, sweet heart." the palomino have a soft nicker and then came forward willingly. "melody!" the paint responded willingly also. black's onyx eyes watched all with curiousity and that same noncommital mix of anger and pain. as the two mares left him, he took a step forward, his demeanor becoming threatening. mystique was snarling by now. "mystique!" at the sound of her name, the retriever looked at leelyn, who swung onto melody's back and grapped the palomino's halter that had stayed on through all the months of running free. black was confused at first. then, white-hot fury showed in his expression. leelyn urged melody into a flying gallop, the palomino beside her and mystique on the other side, bounding along.

black was flying after them, his legs kicking, long body extended. melody was a roping horse and a very good one too, and the pregnant palomino was very agile as well. they rode through the darkness of the forest and were making their way to the ranch. leelyn made sure mystique stayed close, but the big golden arrow of fur was perfectly fine. black was getting closer and closer though. and it scared leelyn. melody and the other mare began to feel the adrenaline. they knew who was behind them, but by the rush and the speed and leelyn's vibes, they began to fear the black stallion as well, making them push to break free from the confines of the forest.

several minutes later, they were out and burst into the clearing, past the paddocks, and towards the closed doors of the barn. leelyn noticed that black was not behind her anymore. "sneaky bastard!" they raced on to the barn and leelyn quickly and quietly opened the great doors of the shady lane barn. there was a chorus of whistles and whinnies to greet her, both from the pastures and paddocks as well as the barn. pulling the thoroughbred and quarter horse mare through, she heard black enter the clearing. he would charge into the barn any second now. sprinting down the aisle, leelyn quickly put the two mares into melody's large box stall and then pulled open black's stall door. and on cue, leelyn could hear the clap of unshod hooves on the barn floor. black came towards her, but as he approached, she moved her legs so she could swing into black's side, shoving him into the stall. that's that what she did. she twist like she was about to dive out of the way, but then pushed off the floor and black caught and stumbled into his stall, which was one of the largest. he was on his back and rolling, so leelyn hopped up, ran out of the stall, closed it and locked every one of them.

by the time the huge stud was up, leelyn leaped away from black's torpedoed neck, which was launched over the stall door. grabbing the top half-door as well, she hit black's head and closed him off from everyone else. this put in him a good mood! his screaming was louder and louder, until leelyn had to put her fingers in her ears and walk away. she went to the two mares to see them alert and looking as if they would never to go sleep. mystique was the same way, but she was curled up at the bottom of their stall door, looking at leelyn. well, leelyn was tired now. she stumbled away and went into venus's stall, the very pregnant mare surprised at all the commotion and her owner to stumble to her. the black arabian whuffed in her air, but let her settle in. leelyn folded her legs up and was in the corner, her head leaning against the wood. to her other side was the golden retriever, watching over her. it was many hours before black finally went silent. back to plotting, i guess.

roxxy looked down at sparks, tears still dripping from her eyes "oh, sparks, baby! it's not your fault! it's all dimitri's fault." she pulled russia away from her face to bend and hug the mountain of fur. "it's gonna be okay, sparks...it's gonna be okay." she didn't say it really because sparks needed to hear it, but she was doing it more because she needed to hear it. that's why the desperate tone. there was this huge hole in her heart. and it was ripping her apart. she put russia down and just cradled herself. but she had to go. she had to get home. she was cold, hungry, and she was still hurting. not only did emotionally hurt to lose a child, but it physically hurt to lose the child.

grabbing a rock from the riverbed, she began to dig a little hole by the baby. when done, she gently laid her dead son in it and covered him up. then, she put a collection of rocks on top of it. at least it would keep some animals from it. that thought made roxxy sick. turning away, she wiped her hands off and used her arms to pull herself up, her hands holding on to the tree. looking at russia and sparks, she shook her head. "it's time to go." going in the direction of shady lane, she made her way through the forest, little russia fast on her feet behind her.

roxanna holis didn't talk much. in fact, she didn't do much of anything. she didn't sleep. she didn't eat, and she only drank when she absolutely had to. her cheeks bones were more prominant and her features, all of them, seemed gaunt and bonier than usual. her eyes were hollow too and showed almost no emotion. she eventually found another knife as well. roxxy was about a day away from shady lane when she found something she was hardly expecting. there was a small cabin surrounded by woods. and by the look of it, it was abandoned; however, it was recent. roxxy knew this because the house wasn't dilapidated and when she broke in the house, she found the water still running, but all the furniture was gone. there wasn't anything but a sink and a bathtub, which were built into the wall. whoever left had to have been in a rush. but then again, the cabinets were empty and the doors were barely connected by their hinges. there were the tell-tale signs of abuse on the house.

oh, well. it didn't really matter to her. there were some silverware in some of the doorless drawers. that's how she found her new knife. it wasn't a butcher knife. no. it was a curved, carving knife. roxxy had a grim little smile came to her face. "i'll be in the bathroom." she wasn't really talking to any body. she went to the bathroom and turned the running water on, making sure the water was at least luke warm. "this is sad. they even left the soap here." discarding her torn and ripped dress to the side, she pulled off her shoes and climbed in. she had the water up to her neck. russia was contented just laying by the tub, nearly asleep. roxxy washed her self and had fun trying to shave her legs with her new knife.

climbing out of the bath tub, she had nothing to dry herself off with, so she just put back on her dirt clothes with her wet body and hair and left the house. she felt cleaner. didn't feel better. that night, she picked up a fast jog and stayed on it...all night. but it was that night, that something occured to her that was so obvious, she wanted to slap herself and then commit suicide. dimitri would be waiting. if he wasn't, then some of his employees would be. either way, she could not stay. she would be putting everyone in danger. and that is not something she wanted. the thought made her jog incline into a run. but she came back to a jog after a mile...or two.

this meant she would just have to visit, and then go out hunting for dimitri herself. and she couldn't even visit people! so, she already made the decision. she would settle for seeing black and melody. but at the thought of her beautiful setter, scarlett, she almost teared up. she couldn't see her. her eyes did blur, but she never quit jogging. russia was at her side too, jogging. roxxy found comfort in sparks and russia. they were her constant companions, even though she didn't really talk. but they made her smile. it was in the early morning that roxxy finally recognized familiar surroundings. she knew these trees. she knew this place. a beautiful joy whelmed in her chest. and then it crushed itself, a selfish collapse.

she could only see a ration of those she loved and wanted to see. during the day, she stayed resided in the woods, actually, just the ones behind her house. she made sure she was hidden though, so much so that her scent wouldn't leak to mystique or scarlett who were messing around outside. it was quite possibly one of the saddest days of her life. when scarlett entered the woods, russia became a tense little cat. in fact, ever sense the smell of humans other than herself had come into the air, russia had been exceptionally frightful and vicious and tense all at the same time. roxxy actually spent most of her time holding the lioness. but when the irish setter picked up her scent, roxanna picked up the cougar cub and she climbed a tree. what was scarlett doing this far into forest? roxxy was high up in the tree, russia throwing a hissy fit.

"be quiet!" looking around, she saw no one around, only scarlett who suddenly went into elated little barks when she saw sparks. she ran up to him and covered his face in loving doggy kisses of happiness. roxanna looked around again. no humans. that's when she suddenly dropped out of the tree. she went down on her knees as scarlett stopped licking sparks to look at her beloved. OH HER BELOVED WAS HERE!!! giving a happy bark of pure ecstasy, scarlett ran towards roxxy. russia leaped out of her arms and back up the tree, her fur risen to great heights, making her look twice as big as she actually was. "scarlett!! oh gosh, scarlett!!!" tears came from her eyes as she hugged and ran her fingers through the long, silky, scarlet coat. "scarlett! i missed you baby!"

and there you have it! roxxy got to see her dog. scarlett stayed with her for at least three hours. that's when rhys put his handsome head out of the door and yelled for scarlett. "go home..." roxxy didn't feel at ease while saying it, and obviously scarlett wasn't either. she looked at roxxy, then at rhys, at home. she whined. roxxy's blue eyes were sad. "bye, scarlett. go home." there was a tremor in her voice. but then the dog gave her face one last lick (she did the same for her mate) and then she was gone. roxxy sighed and put her back against the truck of a tree. at least this was a place she was at total ease. she stroked russia, who had recently come down the tree. taking out her knife, she began to sharpen it with some random rock beside her.

then, she slept. not much to say. but when nightfall came, roxxy went into action, putting her knife back into the garter-like band around her thigh, she called russia to her. "come one, little one." with an excited smile, she made her way to the ranch. and she could hear the road nearby, someone's speakers blaring guardian angel by the red jumpsuit apparatus. roxxy stopped and just listen to the lyrics for a moment. a smile came to her beautiful features. "that's like my song for black!" it was a simple thought. but it made her grin like a fool. then, she continued her way towards the ranch.

getting out into the open meadows surrounding the ranch land, roxxy felt the horrible push of something sinister, an eerie feeling to have at night. russia felt it as well because once again, her hair stood on end. russia looked up at roxxy, who was looking straight at the barn. "russia...you don't need to come." roxxy looked down at the cub, who had crowded around her calves. "you need to stay."roxxy scooped the cub up and put her into the edge of the forest. and everytime russia came out, she would put her back in. that made the young cub realize that she didn't want her coming. with a sound yowl, russia watched her mother walk away from her.

roxxy knew she'd be safe hidden in the tree line. that's all that could be expected. as the young woman slowly walked to the barn, she could feel fear make her heart pound. she'd never been afraid of the dark before! what was wrong with her? she wrinkled her brow but came closer and closer to the barn. her hands were fists at her hips. she didn't like the feelings she was getting. but it didn't really matter, now did it? she sighed. she hoped black was in here. she had asked people to take care of black. that meant making sure he didn't get sick out in the cold darkness of night. her body was shaking now. she gently opened the double sliding doors of the barn and went inside. she could see black's stall from at threshold. both doors were closed. immediately, roxxy burst into sobbing tears.

"black! BLACK!!!" she sprinted down the aisle. and she was greeted by a chorus of joyous whinnies from the black stallion. he could hear her! his love his here! the one who saved him from all! she was here! he had waited so long and she was here now! he whistled and whinnied happily as roxxy tore open the doors to reveal the noblest of black heads on a horse. black towered over her petite frame, by far, but right now, he was down to her level. roxxy could've swore there were tears rolling down his face. the stallion acted like some old stud, like his mind was tricking him. he small muzzle came out and the nostrils opened and he inhaled her sweet, sweet scent.

was she real? was she some dream god had sent him? was his mind playing tricks on him by showing him a woman who saved him from the time they'd met? he was so unsure of himself. he reached forward again and touched her face with his velvety nose. the fire in his eyes totally disappeared. there was only love and gentleness. he gave a soft nicker, "is it really you?" roxxy understood him. she gave a little sob and the tears ran freely as he laid his head in her open arms. he closed his eyes and his breathing slowed. and for once in his life he felt absolutely happy. the tears ran down his cheeks and his ears were pricked and alert. "i love you black, i love you with all my heart." she kissed his head over and over again. black never snorted. he never pulled away. there was a calm in his heart now.

but not everything good can last. roxxy's keen ears caught the sound of footsteps. her head and black's snapped towards the open door. and roxxy's heart went to her throat. she was staring at an openly handsome face. "devon." her jaw dropped. she gazed at the man who had come to love her, even though she had tried to kill him. she was as beautiful as he could remember. but he knew she was pregnant when she left. why wasn't she now? there was a little wetness to his brown eyes, but they never fell. when she said his name in that wonderful voice of hers, his heart sang. but then, he corrected her. he wanted her to know. "no. jason. my name's jason. jason harper." after he said that, he sprinted to her. roxxy had to meet him away from black, because he was already getting worked up. the spitfire came back to his eyes. he snapped at devon, but for now, he was just eyeing him. that's all he could do with these locks!

roxxy came up to him and touched his stomach. her voice was in awe and trembling. "i-i-i stabbed you. i stabbed-d you, jason." the tall man touched her face, caressing the bony features that used to be healthy looking. "yes, you did. but i'm better now." then, he took her hands. and because of how dazed she was, roxxy didn't fight. "but..why....here?!" jason smiled. "roxxy...don't worry about me. why isn't your belly round? and you look sick." at then, roxxy pulled awya, but he held her hands. she replied to him with cold eyes and a cold tone, "i lost the baby. he died." there was a deep hurt in jason's eyes. and before roxanna could stop him, jason kissed her.

this made her angry. very angry. literally, just as she was about to push him away, there was a soft shooting sound and jason went very stiff. roxxy felt something wet on her chest and she glanced down to give a startled yelp. there was blood blossoming across her dress. but it wasn't her blood. it was jason's. then, she heard a voice that made her blood freeze. the voice was unmistakable. "yes, and my name is dimitri. nice to meet you." then, jason fell to his knees and roxxy backed away as his body fell forwards, face down. roxxy couldn't even scream. it was a faint whisper, "jason." roxxy's eyes clouded and then, she screamed, "JASON!!!" she got on her knees to turn him over. his eyes were empty. dead. she closed them and looked up. dimitri was approaching her in this odd gait, like he couldn't quite walk right. he wasn't walking a straight line.

black knew something bad was going to happen. black rose up and began to scream. roxxy tried to stand up, but dimitri rose up the gun and shot her in the leg, the thigh to be exact. with a scream of pain, she went down. "leave me alone! you bastard! leave me alone! you're drunk!" dimitri never listened. he was shirtless again, and there was something terrifying to him. worse than any other time. roxxy tried to crawl away, but dimitri came right up to her and kicked her in the stomach. the sound of air coming out of her lungs made a whooshing sound, and a guttural bark of sorts came from her. she stopped on her side and held her stomach. she was gasping for breath.

he had a gun, but she had a knife. pulling up her dress, she flicked her wrist and it sliced the air and into dimitri's abdoment. the cuban merely laughed. he pulled it out and threw it down the aisle. "you know! you really are funny." roxxy looked at him with horror in her features. "BLACK!!! BLACK!!!" dimitri didn't even pay mind to the mounting anger of the giant black stud. dimitri pinned her down and straddled her. roxxy had been in this same boat once. she was weaker now and she couldn't defend herself. "GET OFF!" he had her limbs though. he used his pelvis movements to gradually lift up her dress. roxxy screamed and so did black.

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Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath...

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Life isn't as it seems Sawyer Contaro. You must be a killer to win this battle. You must sacrifice yourself for those you love. The old man's thoughts filled Sawyer's mind. He was standing in a dark room. Before him stood a tall man with a scar that cut from the tip of his nose, across his face, down his back and shoulders. Chest and arms. The long red line sliced to his thigh.

The mark of betrayal. He told himself.

"But why? Aren't there rules?" he asked the mysterious man, not yet knowing that this was a dream, but how could it be? It was so real. This man had an aura so strong, brave that it made Sawyer want to stand and fight.

Rules are meant to be broken young one. There's nothing wrong with killing but only when you choose wisely...his thoughts echoed inside Sawyer's mind. It seemed to come from everywhere.

"I don't uderstand...Please explain to me." desperate now, Sawyer stood tall. The man standing in front of him closed blood red eyes, quite like Sawyer's own. The answer will come in time. You have pride yes? Will killing throw it away?

"What's the point in having pride when you're dead?" Sawyer asked calmly staring into his glowing eyes. Smart boy, are you afraid to kill. It's all part of nature. You are a leader, Sawyer. You must protect your clan while you can.

His...clan? Did this stranger mean family? Sawyer looked away and closed his eyes "Hotheads like me don't make good leaders." he said quietly, confusion filling his mind. Ahhh my father said the same thing. You have noticed my scar, my curse. I got it because I was a traitor.

"But...How? Why?" Sawyer asked, his eyes trailing the bloddy gash on this man's body.

They came, dark creatures. I was the leader of my clan. I was supposed to protect them. But I got scared and I ran away. Watching my kin get slaughtered all around me, most innocent. After the attack, the few that survived surrounded me. And they gave me this scar. I was banned forever from my clan.

He's heard this story before! But where, it was a fairy tale. This couldn't be true!

My children were born with marks of my past. Birthmarks of claws cutting across their bodies, soon they grew smaller as time went on. Now everyone born has my scars thrust upon them. Quite like you have. Look at your ribs, what do you see?

Looking down, Sawyer saw the three gashes that cut across his ribs on the left side. Angry now, Sawyer snarled "What does this have to do with me?"

You left your kin for your own good and not theirs. You got hurt, those three scars will stay with you for life.

"I've heard that story before. My grandfather told it to me when I was just a kid. Saying that the Contaro family had a 'curse'. You're telling me that it's true! It's just a fairy tale our grandfathers tell us to scare us."

Dark laughter came from this man. The thing about fairy tales. There's always some truth in them. You must go now. You shall face death. Taking a step closer the man smiled. Sawyer gasped at the animal fangs that rested there. Whatever he was, he wasn't human.

"What the hell are you?" too late. He lunged and Sawyer felt those needle sharp teeth sink into his throat. Screaming.

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He woke up with a loud gasp, breathing hard. That...Was...A...DREAM! That was a nightmare! It seemed to...real! What in bloody hell was wrong with him!? Blinking, he found that he was trembling. His hand touched those three scars that sliced his ribs. Holy crap! Taking a deep long breath, Sawyer tried to relax. H kept telling himself that it was only a dream. None of it was real. But, why could he still feel the presence of this powerful and deadly man. He must kill!

He knew that now, if it meant protecting his own. Then Dad walked in and sat down. "Sawyer, are you alright?" he asked. Sawyer then knew that he had screamed in reality, too.

"Nightmare. Scariest thing I've even experianced." he said, his voice shaking. Dad frowned "Nathen said the same thing." he said. Nathen? Nathen wasn't in his dream. "Hey, Dad. You remember those stories that Grandfather used to tell us. About our family's...curse?" he asked biting his lip. He heard his father snort "Those are only stories, Sawyer." then he stood up and walked away.

You shall face death...on the night of the full moon...

It was a soft whisper in the back of his mind. Ok! He needed answers now. He jumped out of bed and charged down the hall and to the nearest phone to call his grandfather, the man who was resting on his death bed in London, England. The man who only had three days to live. The man who would die...on the night of the full moon.

He moved quickly through the forests. Waering all black, staying hidden from the police as he escaped from Shady Lane, escaped from Kentucky and into Virginia. He darted into a cemetary near Williamsburg. Graves scattered around some dating back to the Revoloution. A light blue haze rested over the land as he moved like a ghost through the maze of the dead.

Until he made it. The scent of honeysuckle filled the air as he moved closer until he knelt down beside the white cross with her name on it. Frost littered the earth.

He held the small object in his hand as he read her name and the words beneath it:

"An angel that fell from heaven. But has been returned by the devil."

He lay the object down onto the cold grass that covered the grave. Looking up, his eyes grew wide. There she stood with a small smile on her face. Her hair blew around her face. She seemed so real, but she held no aura.

Then she whispered, so softly but he heard her words. They made his eyes fill with tears of joy and sorrow. She whispered:

"I forgive you...Alex."

He blinked, and the beautiful girl was gone. He stood up, crying his eyes out. "Thank you." he whispered then tured and left, heading home to Shady Lane. Looking to the sky. He saw that it was almost a full moon...

He had two days until he had to choose life or death. During that time, Sawyer pushed himself to kill. He slaughtered really any small animal in sight, beside his cats and dogs. Just that morning Sawyer had caught a bird with his own two hands. He was teaching himself how to navigate through the forest without hurting himself. He could move quickly now.

In fact, this blind man was a killing machine. He was walking home from a night out. His bare chest coved in scratches, a stray dog had gotton in his way so Sawyer attacked. It was one hell of a dog fight. Sawyer beat that mutt into next week.

He was a master at the art of cutting. He could run past someone and slit their throat with just a strike from his fingernail if he so wished. He wouldn't even have to stop. His thirst for blood was so strong that his own family avoided him. Only Alex and Nathen were able to put up with it.

Sawyer was teaching Nathen how to fight with one arm. Alex was learning how to cut. It was quite fun having someone fight back. Sawyer rarely to never wore a shirt. It slowed him down too much. Even his twin brother was scared of his brother's mood change. He was more animal than human. He was always out at night. Picking a fight with someone.

By the second night, the night befor the moon was at his fullest. The three men began to ove as a pack. Silent and deadly. They stalked their prey near the Tailgate. There a gang of six large men cornered them. Sawyer was trembling with excitement. His two brothers close behid them.

"Your on our turf! Get out." the leader of their gang threatened angrily. Sawyer raised an eyebrow "Why should we?" he snarled. His voice had changed aswell. It was darker, huskier, more attractive in its own twisted way.

"I'll pound you into next week." the gang moved toward Sawyer and the two others. They all crouched and growled. "You guys up for a little fun?" Sawyer snickered then lunged, using one guy's shoulder's as a spring board, he pounced onto another guys back and gave one bad cut to his neck and it was over.

Sawyer had just commited his first murder. The fun about this pack was that they used what nature had given them. Tooth and claw. No guns, no knives. If one knew how to use their fighting methods correctly. There would be no use for guns anymore.

Alex was pinned by two large guys. His nails were digging into the bigger one's neck while he kicked wildly at the other. Sawyer grabbed one behind the neck and threw him against the nearest wall.

Nathen was on his back, a knife at his neck. Then he lashed out with his legs and kicked him in the gut. Flying backwards, the guy retreated.

And then there was the leader. He was going after Nathen. Sawyer stopped him quickly "Fight me, Bastard." he snarled then lept onto his back, pulling him to the ground. They wrestled around like that until they were both standing. Crouching, Sawyer dodged a knife then shot up like an arrow and almost tore this man's head from his shoulders.

Gagging, the leader fell backwards and the two remaining guys pulled back and ran off into the darkness. Sawyer had just killed three men that night. And for some reason, he felt good, ready. He was going to continue to kill until Dimitri was dead.

They turned and left, moving like they had no injuries at all. Sawyer in the lead. Nathen and Alex hot on his heels. Standing tall, he walked with a strut, that gesture telling everyone in the night. "I'm deadly. Fear me, face me... and I'll kill you."

They went home and sat in the attic, plotting. Tommorow the moon would be full. They would all fight to the death.

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"Sawyer, your saying that your family evolved from wolves! HAH! That's funny." Alex said the next morning as they patrolled the woods. They found Roxxy early and Sawyer was ready to run to her and hold her. For the fisrt time in days. Such love filled his eyes. He looked gentle. He hadn't taken his drops so his eyes were blood red.

They moved slowly behind her, staying out of sight and hearing distance. "Werewolves actually. Back in the middle ages. It's so weird though. Tonight, if I grow a tail and fur. Then I'll believe him. But for now, we only run as a pack. Our only priority is to protect Roxxy. You know the plan." he said staring straight ahead as they jogged about a kilometre from his love. He could hear Sparks padding along beside her.

"Of course, You go first. Show Dimitri that this is our territoy. I make sure no one touches Roxxy. Alex your ambush, right. You move like a cat. No one would be able to hear you." Nathen laughed and Sawyer and Alex joined in. Keeping their voices low.

"The voice in my head keeps saying that I'll be faced with death. I'm sending Dimitri straight down to Hell. I won't mind if I go with him. Put him through eternal torture for what he did to her. And, if I die. Nathen. I want you to take care of Roxxy. Love her like I have." Sawyer said looking away. Nathen held his breath "I-I'll do my best. I'm afraid she won't accept me."

"Nathen, you're my twin brother. You're probably better for her than I could ever be." Sawyer looked right into his twin brother's eyes. "You can see her, I cannot." then the conversation ended.

About three miles later, they found one of Dimitri's employees. He shot at Sawyer who quickly lept out of the way. He sliced his nails down the man's wrist making him drop his weapon. Nathen and Alex pounced him and had him pinned.

Sawyer snicked then ripped his heart out of his chest with a laugh. He didn't even have time to scream. There was just a rip and he was gone.

They killed two more as dusk approached. They followed Roxxy to the barn. Sawyer heard Dimitri follow.. "He's drunk! This'll be easy." Sawyer's mind was clear, he was ready to fight.

Beside him Alex was trembling. "Are you scared?" Nathen asked at a whisper. Alex laughed "I'm shaking with excitement."

Then Roxxy screamed and the snarl of a beast escaped Sawyer's lips. Nathen and Alex pinned him, it was too early. The moon had not poked out of the clouds yet. His body was shaking with anger. His thirst for human blood stronger than ever. He snarled and when Roxxy screamed and Black screamed. Sawyer let out an unearthly, wolfish howl that was louder than both screams that Alex and Nathen had to cover their ears. They had just released the beast.

Sawyer was gone in the flash, moving like an arrow toward the barn. He didn't stop. He ran and ran until he ran smack into Dimitri with enough force to put even the strongest of men on their knees. He crouched over Roxxy. Snarling. A look so animal, unhuman painted on his face. Deep anger in those crimson eyes. The moon had just poked itself out and was shining through the windows and door. Lighting up the barn.

Sawyer didn't look like Sawyer anymore. He was shirtless, of course. Thick muscle rippling as he moved to cover his girlfriend, his love. To protect her. His hands and arms were covered in blood, human blood.

"FIGHT ME FIRST! I'LL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!" he roared angrily. The anger that had been building up inside him was finally coming out. His face held so much anger it looked pure evil. Dark enough to scare satan himself. Bunching up the muscles in his legs he lept at Dimirti, aiming for the chest. For his heart.

He watched his brother's explosion and only prayed that he wouldn't kill himself. Alex had already snuck into the hayloft where he waited fo his chance to attack. Nathen went right in, Sawyer was the very definition of dangerous. Nathen wouldn't be surprised if he'd scare Roxxy so much that she'd never want to see him ever again. Hopefully she knew the pain Sawyer was going through. Hopefully she saw the hatred he had for Dimitri. Sawyer killed those men for a reason.

All those people he killed. They, too, had killed women and children. Sawyer was taking his own revenge. As well as those others who had been raped and killed, or never been born.

He ran up to Roxxy and knelt down beside her, brown eyes soft. He didn't want to scare her even more. Of course having a Sawyer clone would freak anyone out.

"Roxxy! We meet at last. If only it were under better circumstances. Can you sit up?" he asked, instinctivly taking her hand. Keeping an eye on Sawyer just in case his twin decided to turn on him.

He stared out the window, having a bad feeling in his gut. Sawyer had left early that morning with Alex and Nathen. They still had not returned home. He felt a pain in his chest that was...werid. He felt pain and anger. His mind was clouded. Then his name came into his head...Sawyer.

He understood now. Dimitri was here. Tonight someone would die. The hidden demon inside his son had finally been let free. That's what Sawyer as his brothers were doing for the last three days. Nathen and Alex were taking orders from Sawyer. Deadly orders. Then he remembered to that morning when Sawyer was still...himself. He mentioned a dream. The old family fariytale.

His father died that night, he knew for sure. And Sawyer could soon follow. "You remember the story my grandfather told me. And my dad aswell. About how my family is desended from werewolves?" he asked as his wife came up behind him with a cup of coffee.

"Oh Dimonte, it's only a story. It can't be true. I mean...werewolves? What nonsense." she chuckled sitting beside him. The doctor frowened "A lot of European families are said to come from wolves. Mine being one of them. Of course it's just a story. But look at Sawyer. He sure is acting like a wolf."

"Sawyer's clever, he knows of the stories and maybe they're making him stronger in some weird way. The stories could be true, I don't know. I think it's just a bunch of rubbish."

"It is. Just a myth to scare children in our family. They had to do something with the strange birthmarks we have. What better way than a fantasy tale? Besides, you know Sawyer could never believe that unless he had proof." the doctor grinned at the thought

"And whe you think about Mathias...You see a grumpy old man in a rocking chair, right?" Maysa teased pressing lightly on one of the preasure points on Dimonte's neck making the man twitch and chuckle "That sounds like my dad all right." they both laughted now.

"I still have a bad feeling about Sawyer though. We should go look for him. Alex and Nathen, too. With Sawyer as hurt as he is, who knows what he's making them do." the married couple nodded to each other.

Then they jogged out the door and toward the ranch.

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roxxy was losing blood. plus she was already so weak. her eyes quit bleeding tears and she just gave up. she gave up on life. she just didn't care anymore. her life was never going to get any better. she felt dimitri's hands touch her body with a dirty eagerness that made her shameful . he pulled down her underwear and before he even pulled down his pants, he was slammed into. roxxy's blue eyes went wide as she looked into a face that was no better than dimitri's. it was angry, evil. she let out another scream and tried to crawl away, but this frightening creature was hunched over her, like he was trying to protect....SAWYER!!!

her love for the man of her dreams almost made her faint in relief. she wanted to hold him, to kiss him. but then, the moonlight slammed through the windows of the barn and highlighted the devilishness of sawyer's current profile. there was blood all over him. she croaked out, "no...NO!!! you can't be like him!!" but then, she listened to his unearthly roar at dimitri, who had been flung across the ground around 15 feet from where roxxy and sawyer were. sawyer had no weapons but his teeth, muscle, and nails. dimitri, meanwhile, had all times of handguns on his person. the silencer was only one. as sawyer aimed for dimitri's heart, the cuban just laughed in his face.

the cold laughter made her freeze. it scared her. he could tell. his black eyes gazed at this man who dared approached him with such anger and audacity! people these days. effortless, he whipped out the gun and shot. dimitri was drunk, yes, but not drunk off his ass. he still had a nice eye for his target. i mean, come one, he hit roxxy in her thigh, which is where he had been aiming for. and he had been at the end of the barn. she was in the middle. mind you, that's a pretty far distance. he was a skilled marksman. dimitri never missed. so that's what he thought. but when he shot sawyer, his aim for the heart, he didn't realize that his hand had shaken at the last moment, making it go a mere inch from its designated spot.

"i am getting tired with you boy." the accent was vile. after he pulled the trigger on sawyer, he looked at his twin, nathen. "ah....twins. fun." his tongue was kind of slurred, but the speech was understandable. dimitri once pulled the trigger. not really aiming. it would hit him somewhere. rewinding roxxy watched sawyer attack dimitri in slow motion. she saw sawyer come up to dimitri and then all of a sudden, she saw the flash of silver and then heard a gun shot at point blank range. roxxy let out one hell of a scream. no one can dodge a bullet at point blank range. "SAWYER!!! she looked at nathen, and then pushed from him, trying to crawl towards her boyfriend, her thigh that had been shot covered in blood.

then, she heard the twins comment and then another flash of silver. another gunshot. "NO!!!" roxxy was caught between the two brothers and she wanted to hold both. but dimitri didn't give her time. he wipes away the bloody lip and the gash across going down his temple that he had got from flying through the air, hidding stall door locks and such when sawyer had hit him. he shook his head and then caught sight of the petite woman he was so fond of. his teeth were bloody. roxxy didn't scream, she just tried to crawl away. it was like the scene in the movie where the girl is all bloody and dirty and she's crawling as fast as she can, which is not very fast, and the killer is just behind her, watching her with some kind of gross fascination.

roxxy was pleading as she crawled away, only able to use her arms successfully. "please...please leave me alone." tears came from her eyes and then, she felt dimitri hover over her and suddenly, she was being picked up by her neck. dimitri's biceps bulged as he held her body off the ground, eye level with his. he had rolled her around in his hands so that she was moving like a little ragdoll in his large hands. she had both hands on his one hand and she couldn't kick. her left leg didn't function at all, as it was still in shock from when he'd shot her. she couldn't breathe. he was strangling her. dimitri was just staring at her with those cold eyes.

roxxy could still hear the kicking, the vehement screaming of her stallion. her voice could barely be heard above a mouse squeaking. "black..." but the stallion heard it. he heard everything. his brown eyes had took on a black color, the iris paper thin. THIS STALLION WAS HURTING HIS ROXXY!!! HE WOULD KILL HIM!!! HE WOULD TEAR HIM APART!!! black let out a scream so loud dimitri actually looked at the stallion's stall. and that's when a loud crack, like thunder sounded in the barn. all the horses in the barn were going bazerk as it was. but then, black have a last kick and the door blasted out with so much force that he flew across the aisle, hit the other stall door, making a dent, and rebounded to lie still in the middle of aisle.

black didn't wait. he let out a something between a demonic echo, a scream, and a whistle and burst out of his stall and came towards the man who held his dearest, most treasured possession. roxxy witnessed something she'd never seen before flicker through the fearless cuban's eyes: fear. unholy, unadulterated fear. humans were predictable. they were vengeful creatures capable of wrath with harmed, yet ultimately, all were frightened of death. but you take an animal, who has suffered so much and has to watch the only person on earth to ever love them be tortured and hurt, you find that they were never afraid to die. especially for the person who has loved them and saved them from every danger man had to offer. animals were man's biggest danger. black just didn't know that. and neither did dimitri until he saw this giant black stallion coming towards him.

he threw roxxy away from him, his wrist twisting so that in the air, she twisted so that her front collided with the wall. she slid down and came to rest on her back. she faded in and out of consciousness as she watched the total and final immolation of dimitri. but then, she cleared and watched helpless as her love, her pride was being killed.

when dimitri threw roxxy, he pulled up the gun and shot black in the chest, throat, and side with whatever he had left of his clip. and before that one was even over, he pulled up another gun and emptied another clip. black never slowed. he never showed mercy. his heart was full of lead though and his lungs were suffocating rapidly. thumpthumpthumpthumpthump the heartbeat was solid and stoccato. black collided with dimitri, and as if he'd been hit by a truck, the cuban flew back the rest of the barn and crashed into the yonder door. thumpthumpthump...thumpthumpthump the heartbeat was breaking. black never stopped though. he kept his charge, the thing fueling him was the thought of roxxy's blood and how she screamed and how painful it was to him.

he reached dimitri and sharp teeth came down and gripped the tall man's face and slung him by that, the neck breaking and facial skin being ripped off. but still, the stallion was not through. he came back, kicking anyone who was in his way. where the man landed, black didn't even rear, but immediately struck down with his hooves, the grotesque crack and crunch of muscle and bone being forcefully destroyed. black's heart was slowing. ....thumpthump.....thump....thumpthump... it was getting harder for him to breathe, but his hatred of this man was so strong! he. would. die. black teeth once again found dimitri's flesh and the windpipe was crush and not partially, but fully dislocated from his body, a fountain of crimson spray springing into the air. ....thumpthump....thump.....thump black looked up and away from his victim. he trod across dimitri's body and then gave a finished kick to the mutilated thing that now lay on the ground.

black seemed to realize something was wrong with him now. his breathing was heavy. his eyes...he could not see his love! he stumbled towards her. roxxy had been watching with grim facade as she watched black destroy the man on earth she hated the most. but now, she realized that black was hurt! her black was hurt! he must've been hurt when she had went unconscious for a few moments. roxxy looked at him and she tried to crawl to him. she was just 10 yards away! the giant stud was stumbling towards her. and just about a yard away, when his nose was extended to lip and kiss her palm, he collapsed like a skyscraper. "BLACK!!"

roxxy pushed herself to stand and she tumbled to him, but when she got to his head, she fell forward, but black used his remaining power to shoot his neck up and extend his head so that he pushed roxxy back, so that she would stand. he wouldn't let me fall... roxxy's mind suddenly went back to earlier in the night, when she had listened to the chorus of the song, "your guardian angel". "i will never let you fall..." roxxy's tears came down swiftly. "oh black..." ....thumpthump....thump.... at her voice sounding his name, black tried his best to respond. his body tried to get up, but he couldn't. he just wanted to touch her! why wouldn't his body work right? it hurt so much... "i'll stand up with you forever..."

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....thumpthump... the heart was fading so fast. the lungs were almost filled with blood. the breaths were ragged. "black? black! black don't leave me! i'm alone! don't leave me! black i love you!" DON'T LEAVE ME!" roxxy went to the ground and held his beautiful head. the brown eyes were so soft. they were gentle and held the love that she had helped create. roxxy sniffed and sounded so small and vulnerable. "black....please?" she sobbed and black tried to nudge her, as if to tell her it was okay. "i'll be with you through it all..." the lyrics still sounded through her head. ....thump... black gazed at her once....making sure her face, every little curve was in his mind before god called him home. the vivid blue of her eyes, the way the corners of her mouth dimpled when she smile or laughed, the shape of her lips, the length of her lashes...the sound of her voice...the smell of her....

and then he closed his eyes and breathed his last breath as his heart stopped. thump. roxxy let out a tear-jerking sob. "even if saving you sends me to heaven..." it came to her; it had never been her song...it had been black's. [/color]

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TAGS!?![/b] dimitri, roxxy, sawyer, nathen, alex
WORDS!?![/b] dun care! i'm crying my eyeballs out here!
MUSE!?![/b] it's super high, damnit!
MUSIC!?![/b] hero-skillet; your guardian angel-red jumpsuit apparatus
OUTFIT!?![/b] ----
CREDITS!?![/b] charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3
charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
NOTES!?![/b] i juss killed him!!! SHITFAR!!! *is in very sad mood now*[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]