Fat Tuesday [kinky sombra]

[*sombra delgadillo]

[atrb=width,435,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=492e65] Sombra wasn’t too keen on being followed to begin with, then again she wasn’t keen on many things. She didn’t like water or cruise ships, she thought crying babies needed better discipline or better mothers, and people who thought Elvis was a genius needed to have their brains inspected. There was nothing magical about romantic comedies, nothing honest in a lawyer’s face and nothing to be gleaned from philosophizing about one’s future. The future most definitely didn’t call it a “prep class” and give you a thumbs up before meandering on in a sensitive fashion. It nuc’ed your house and giggled as you turned into sand or sprouted so many tumors you looked very much like a colossal mess of hard candy. You go from being absolutely you to a hairy mess found in grandmother’s purse. Staring silently into the night as she tread down the sidewalk, Sombra’s palms had found her pockets, a mechanic action generally demonstrating melancholy when in reality all she could feel was frustration and resentment. Why invoke such confusion only to expect more than what she was…The human inside her frankly answered moments later; because what you are isn’t even close to what humans need. A small snort filled with bitterness was sent flying. The defiance in her replied with a snarled “If no one can stomach what I am then no one deserves the rest.” And the “rest” was a wildcard anyway. She didn’t know what would happen once she got close to someone again. She couldn’t know how her wolf would respond or if the results would even be positive. She only knew that something would happen. Jerome had felt a fraction of it…only to fail her. As far as humans went Sombra knew only disappointment, and the searing burn that stemmed from the root of the problem; she disappointed herself. That is she could not seem to let go of her greatest failure. It was when she was but a child and still she could not seem to say “hey, I wasn’t ready for that yet” and move on. She just couldn’t. Because her failure had cost her blood sibling her life…Sombra had lost all connection to the Earth that day and seemed to have been floating in limbo ever since. And here Josef strutted along just to make her feel even more hopeless than she did on a day to day basis. The human inside of her, the last remnants of what she could remember a human to be like, clawed at the sides of a pit with torn nails and raw fingertips, bleeding, screaming and crying and never heard. And why did none of this despair show on the posterior? Simple. She could not let it. She could not admit that again she’d failed, that in essence she was killing herself and certain that no one was coming to her rescue. Her purpose, so time and time again it was proven, was to defend and be forgotten. The she-wolf thought this and so much more as she made her way away from her latest disappointment, disgusted with Josef, but more disgusted with herself. How dare she? Get her hopes up like that…the wolf scoffed at her, annoyed with how gullible she’d been. That was perhaps another reason why the human rarely surfaced. She was weak, and sensitive. The wolf could handle the ache of loneliness with the grim, satisfied knowledge that while solitary she was still breathing and functional. The human was exhausted, laying on the floor of her mind and the wolf was just making sure she made it out alive – the pieces would have to be glued together later, when she and it had time and resolve to do it. Right now it was just too ridiculous. How easily she’d allowed herself to fall into that old cliché. She had to be smarter than that. And she was. But the human had reasoned that Josef had spent enough time around her to at least have some idea of what kind of beast she was so him deciding that she wasn’t a beast was probably worth trusting. She had obviously been wrong. He didn’t understand. How could he?, the wolf snapped. Ducking her head, there was clamor behind her but she wasn’t paying attention – it was New Orleans during Mardi Gras – the city was rife with drunks, fools and whores. The female’s crimson locks glinted in the wan light of the city lamps, her features only half illuminated while the rest was bathed in shadows. Her eyes, dark but mostly black from her pupils’ necessity for light were downcast and her features filled with a frown. It was a discerning look, one that said she was mulling over a hundred things which handicapped her thinking otherwise. Of course all things must come to an end, the good and the bad and the time that Sombra was spending beating herself over the head with logic drew to a close as the night air was filled with the sound of a primitive canine. Obviously Sombra turned around, the minute hairs aloft her spine standing on end in a defensive fashion as she eyed the familiar appearance of the feral creature. Her brows were set low, unamused and skeptical. There was command in her stare, annoyance in her stance and not a trace of the softness she had previously felt. She was shielding the already inflamed wound that had so recently been inflicted, her chin tipped in defiance as she eyed him. And that command in her eyes? Yeah, it said What?! -------------------------------------------------- count: 930 outfit: click! minus shoes comments: bahaha. rawr. tired of you by the exies - youtube it, mista.

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

[atrb=width,435,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1c0000] The Alpha stilled himself. His body was stiff, tight, and firm. The muscles remained still as his eyes remained locked on his mate. He made no illusions about it. Sombra Delgadillo was his mate. She may have proclaimed that she would not have had any remorse if Josef had been killed but what could the Syrian do. He held an attachment to Sombra. Why Sombra? She was stubborn, independent, reckless at times but so was Josef. Ibn-Abad always believed that it was opposites that attracted, that personalities that were too similar would end in chaos for both parties involved yet things felt different with Sombra. There were no qualms about it, Josef was irritated that Sombra would hold no issue with his death and they would, inevitably have a deep dicussion over what she said earlier but for right now the female needed to know that the Male had come to New Orleans. Josef came to New Orleans for one reason and that beautiful reason was standing before him, though some distance away. The Syrian scratched at the ground, almost playfully before cockily striding up to Sombra. Wolves played dangerous games when they interacted with one another. A Beta would have been mauled for pulling this stunt. Openly stopping an Alpha then approaching with a dominate attitude in themselves would have almost ensured a beat down but Josef had one thing that set him apart. He was Sombras equal. He could go toe to toe with her. He may have been from the city but that did not mean he would not get down and dirty when needed. As he neared Sombra, Josef ensured his eyes remained locked on her own. She may have been in her human form but the glare returning his stare was that of the wolf, the majestic beautiful creature residing inside. That was another aspect that set Wolves apart from humans. Wolves knew that it was not just the physical body that made one attractive, it was personality, the scents, the atmosphere that surrounded them. Everything, both human and wolf with regards to Delgadillo was attractive to Josef. His body slid along her thigh, his tail thwacking against her gently as it waged. Stopping just behind the woman, Josef took a sniff of the air picking up the scent of the sea and he knew just where the two Alpha's would have a discussion. This discussion would be one to end all others. It would be a place that Josef could lay everything on the table and wait to see what Delgadillos response would be. She may have expressed her belief that she would hold no remorse for his death but was that for show? In a more private setting, Josef would be able to figure it out. Quietly the Alpha began to lead the way, following the salt on the wind. Sombra had already been claimed. Whether or not she liked it, the name Josef Ibn-Abad surrounded her. The same could be said about Josef. Even the wolves in New York understood the complexities that were the two Alpha's. People understood that when Sombra was in New York, she ruled it with Josef. When Sombra was in New York people understood Josefs mate had arrived. -------------------------------------------------- count: 601 comments: Oh Snaps

[*sombra delgadillo]

[atrb=width,435,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=492e65] The she-wolf stared, long and hard at her oddly colored counterpart. Satisfied for a moment when his motion diminished. In that instant the feral being that was Delgadillo appeared nothing short of intimidating - staring down her nostril bridge at him in the bitterest of ways. She appeared very much like a wild horse, snagged by the tail and whirling to face her oppressor. The lupine's gaze was nothing short of livid, indignant and venomous. What she wanted was to be let go. To stop this stupid charade they were both seemingly taking part in and to simply go on her way. The human within her hesitated, caught between what was simple and what could be her last chance at "happiness", not that Sombra had known very much of it. It was as if she was looking into one of those dark black blobs presented to the patients of psychologists and asked what she saw. She saw two things…a cage and a future. But what future was it if she was in a cage? One thing was certain - there would be

[/i] a cage.

Scowling at the thought, her chin tipped slightly in defiance, dark eyes following his every step as he arrogantly meandered towards her. It seemed a direct challenge, his behavior and as far as the wolf went, it did not go over well. You're in the presence of the woman who picks fights not because she always is ensured victory but because on principle there is good reason to instigate a brawl. And his behavior lifted one of said principles to mind - respect. A low growl bubbled in the wolf's throat as she glared down at him, nostrils flaring as the streamlined body of the wolf rubbing against her outer thigh, her teeth clicking irritably as his tail wagged against her. It took every ounce of self control not to grab that mutt by the scruff and toss him out onto the street. He'd be pissed then, just like her. Then they could drop all this bull about whatever it was that had gone on between them and life would be as it should.

Clenching her fists, the she-wolf had waited patiently until he'd stopped touching her to finally turn and watch him. Not yet had she raised her hand against him, but the time was drawing closer and closer the more he pushed his luck. And damn it! He should know better. Everything about Sombra screamed personal boundaries - she literally had no one she was close to, therefore it stood to reason she didn't like proximity or intimacy. Why? Well, that is caused by the spades of underlying issues that we will not get into at present. Best leave a bit of mystery in there I suppose. He obviously expected her to follow…like a dog. Scowling, Sombra deliberated - leave him to his foolish wandering, or finish it. The wolf sighed. Finish it. It wanted this over and done and the longer it dragged out the more difficult it would prove, she ventured to guess.

So, against all notions of freedom, the she-wolf followed. Granted it was at a distance but she followed, albeit resigned to this game they were currently playing. Breathing a quiet sigh, Sombra tried to calm the incessant baying within her. It seemed to be a point of no return, one that would govern the next years of her life. Though the wolf was rather certain not much would change, maybe the human would stop fighting and fussing and allow it to do what was necessary with less mess. But other than that? No. Nothing would change. How could it? Sombra had spent plenty of time mulling over what exactly had transpired in New York and later near her home. Thankfully she'd escaped. Thankfully, right? Sombra was at a stand still in her mind. Suddenly frozen and beyond logical thought - or so the wolf deemed her.

It was to the point where it was asking her, quite frankly, if she was insane. The whole Have you lost your mind?! speech ringing in her ears. Working to push such allegations from her musings at present, she resigned herself to getting this worked out tonight. So he would realize she wasn't enough and so she could stop entertaining foolish notions like she had been recently. There was no one coming to save her. Her shoulders squared at the thought. It was an old realization, one that had gotten her through most of her life. It made things easier - she expected no one and so was not disappointed when she was proven right, over and over. There was no one strong enough to labor beneath the steel willed Alpha's prominent issues. No one could face down her demons like she could. It was a matter of experience. And how could anyone else know what was going on in her head?

Frowning quietly, her eyes had glazed over as she pondered her childhood for possibly the millionth time. It was the root of the problem, but they did not end with infancy. They'd grown, like trees from the roots and now? Tearing those trees out of the ground seemed a laughable idea. The trees were her world, her reality. What else was there but what made Sombra herself? The beach was coming into view now, the saltwater a tinge in her nostrils and the cool night air enough to raise goosebumps on her sunkissed skin. Her arms folded over her chest, a mechanical motion meant to conserve her body heat. The moon was just a sliver but was bright enough to cast shadows along the sand. In the distance the uproar of the city's party still underway seemed just a murmur and the sound now? The roar of the waves crashing and the gulls fussing somewhere in the celestial body, nearly invisible among the menagerie of stars. Sombra stopped, her toes sunken into the granules of sand and damp. It seemed pointless to keep up her appearance at present.

Meandering a few feet more, she stopped again, this time to plop down - not caring about the fact that her jeans were sure to be saturated with the salty clingy water of the beach before she rose again. Immersing her fingertips in the stuff, she propped herself with her arms behind her, leaning back as she stared out into the dark horizon. Waiting, it seemed, for some sort of explanation.



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