W.O.L.L.F
Words of Love Long Forgotten
It is a night of darkness,
A song of death,
Wolves vent their pain.
The ethereal one rises.
Night shrouds his brooding form,
An everlasting desire
His silver hair cascades over
Translucent ivory shoulders,
And his full scarlet lips part slightly,
To taste the blood streaming
From the pale flesh beneath him.
Now a night of ecstasy,
He awakens.
He could see them there, in the shadows that shrouded his light-filled prison. A set of crystal-blue eyes, watching him as he bathe in this cold pool of silvery water, never wavering for a second, he doubted they even blinked.
His own neon-green eyes found it hard to look away from the eyes, yet he found it difficult to not watch them and make sure that they knew he did not, although he did, know that they were there.
His silver hair fell in waves over his shoulders and into the water beneath him, running it's slick fingers over his hips and thighs, even though it almost seemed to disappear in the silvery water beneath him.
Finally, getting impatient with the keeper of the eyes, and wanting to get his clothes on without being watched he called out, "You-with the blue eyes-Show yourself." His melodious voice rang over the clearing like a song streams through the air, unseen but hard to ignore.
The blue eyes vanished, and within a moment, before him stood a huge, golden wolf, eyes matching perfectly the one's in the brush. He could not bring himself to look away, but gawked, drinking in the beauty of the beast before speaking, "Who are you?" he said, voice calm, unwavering.
"…" The wolf said nothing as it's body suddenly shifted and twisted shaped until before him stood a man, almost as tall as himself, probably longer legs anyway, and with hair as golden as the fur of the creature that had just been standing before him, "My name…Is Cloud…but I am known as The Lone Wolf."
'I wonder if I could help the 'Lone' part…' came a protruding voice inside of his head as a light tinge of pink glazed his cheeks, but faded as his emotionless mask wove back into place, but he couldn't keep his angelic wings from twitching nervously, "I am called Sephiroth…and known as The Winged One." He said boldly, the power and deep chords of his voice almost overwhelming.
"I see…" the soft, not used very often voice of the blonde-this, 'Cloud' almost frightened him, but he did not let it show in anyway as his eyes shimmered with some unknown emotion.
Those blue eyes…Was it just him or were they filled with some, similar emotion?
To be continued…
A/N: Thank you for your reviews, and seeing as how you all desire me to continue this story I shall do so in an according manner, thank you for reviewing my simple work.
-Aki