#masaruoftheeast

[emeraldtenacity]

"Now that’s just hurtful. I haven’t done anythin’ to yer ass."

"Good."

"Cause that would be fuckin' creepy."

[emeraldtenacity]

#did ya have to add the my art sucks part??

Yup.

It's like my signature. 

[emeraldtenacity]

...

His ear's too pointy...

WHY DO ALL MY MEN LOOK LIKE WOMEN?! JFC

[southern-elegance]

Hidden Memories; Forgotten Emotions

She never felt so lonely before now, even the realization of her emotions weighed heavy against her stomach, her chest feeling the suffocation of its grip. Sometimes, she hated the emotions that rolled around in her mind, the ever flickering moods that occurred within her, left her completely exhausted. 

Tired and lonely. That's all she ever felt back then.

Her friend, she missed her friend. He was called away, an extended training trip with his family. A place where he should go, an exciting trip none the less. She was happy for him, wanted him to excel in something she knew he would be spectacular at. Kiba was a born leader, he deserved to have this opportunity. But, it hit her like the rock hard edge of a mountain side, the moment he was officially gone. She never thought the gravity of his disappearance would ever effect her this much...

The rain poured down, drenching the hot lands in a thick layer of humidity and moisture. It made things sloppy, the ground reduced to nothing more then puddles of mud. She pushed through it chasing after one of the wolves that got away from the den. The little creature kept fast, plowing through the dirt. She hissed with each drop that caught on her fur, but pushed faster in order to catch the animal. She was so close...

Her foot caught in the dip of wet soil, catching her form as she sprung forward. She bounced off something hard, her body falling back square into a rather large pile of mud. She gasped, feeling her body sink into the squishy substance, holding back a shriek as she felt it climb up her hands and her ankles, clinging to her skin, clumping onto her fur. She held back a shriek, but turned to glare crimson eyes on whatever she had collided into. And as eyes grew wider, she noticed it wasn't a what... but a who whom she had collided into...

Even with the dazed expression on his face, the water that poured down his jaw, and the messy dark hair that clung to his face. She knew who it was. There wasn't many in her tribe who didn't know who he was... Masaru... The golden boy of the eastern tribe. But as he stood before her, his tall form towering over her petite one, he looked very much like a man and not a boy at all...

She hesitated for a moment, almost staring in awe at the male before her. Eyes narrowed promptly, her fingers clutching dirt within her finger tips, before she chucked it towards him, effectively nailing him right in his handsome face. 

Serves him right for knocking her the fuck over.

"God fuckin' damn it," she muttered to herself, trying to pull herself free. The mud was almost like glue in the sense, it had a firm grip on her. She hardly had time to say anything when a hand wrapped around her wrist yanking her up onto her feet. Her surprise died in her throat, red cheeks flaming underneath the overcast of the cloudy sky. She was now acutely aware of how close he was, bits of dirt quickly trailing down his face due to the rain, before she could make out the prompt smirk of amusement that captured his lips.

She hissed, pulling her wrist from his grasp. She didn't give him a chance to say a thing in edgewise. "One would think Mr. Golden Child would watch where he was going," it was completely her fault and she knew, but her anger covered up her embarrassment. Yelling at him... it made her feel a little better. She was wet before, and now she was dirty. Just being in his presence seemed to set her on edge. She promptly pulled from him, turning in the direction of her wolf had run off to.

"And also, Masaru-sama," she spoke his named dripped with a bitter tone, another defense to mask how uneasy she was around him. "Would be better off to remember, nobody touches Lady Izumi without her permission."

"No one."

[taichithebrash]

"Oi. Masaru. I got an idea."

[slanderwolfren]

the problem was he hugged with his fists

[taichithebrash]

"Oi. Masaru."

"Don't go turnin' my boy into a girly kid like yers." 

[emeraldtenacity]

"State your purpose here."

"Speak now... Or get the fuck out."

She wasn't wasting any time, not with him, not right now. The females lips curled up, baring her fangs at the stranger. With rouges running around, she was hardly at the point to be too careful. And she considered herself lucky, her scent wasn't all that prominent yet. Still, her eyes gazed over the stranger, never once moving from her spot against the land. She had never seen him before, and wasn't about to give him the benefit of a doubt. She didn't possess that luxury.

Still... he seemed familiar.