Secret Woodlands prove to me i wont die alone

Song of choice<3 I believe it's time for Nova to be graced with a darker side of Camio c; Clear — 0° F/-18° C | Late Night/Early Morning | Inside Nova and Camio's private den Also, hope ya don't mind me saying @Nova is in the den with Camio

"Keep up!" Camio's voice was loud and clear ringing out to his youngest brother. Watching his brother follow after him the young Zamora couldn't help but grin at his plans unraveling. He would finally be able to get back his youngest sibling and make it a good get back too. As the two young Zamora brothers ran towards the waterfall Camio decided it was time. His pace slowing down to a mere stroll as his he heard his brother pant for breath as his (Camio's brother's) form appeared next to him. Camio was familiar with this waterfall while his brother was a rookie when it came to these waters. "Come on, the water is just fine. Nice and shallow too." A smile so wicked and evil curled up on Camio's inky lips. His brother was quick to wade into the water after Camio. Now was his time! Taking a good bat at the water Camio splashed his brother. With a wide devilish grin Camio watched his brother stumble and grumble something at Camio. Laughing like the child he was Camio was too slow to notice his brother slip. The water going from shallow and gentle to deep and savage. Shocked he took a step after his brother, but he was too selfish to risk his own life. Hearing the howls of his brother it didn't take too long for everything to drop silent. His brother gone, gone forever. Disappeared. The water had swallowed him whole like some ravaging beast. Reality hit him like a freight train. The realization of his dream sinking in and causing his heart to beat faster then ever. His eyes shot open wide into the darkness. He struggle at first to make out who was next to him. The male's mind was so scattered he didn't recognize his own mate next to him, as she slept peacefully next to his racked form. Scrambling to his paws Camio jumped up and rushed out of the den. A rather dreadful mixture of growls and whines escaped his jaws. "I killed him, he's gone. I'm a beast, a savage, a killer..." His brown hued eyes shot a glance into the den where Nova would sleep. She had no idea of his past and maybe that's why she loved him. If she knew of his past Camio would like to bet that Nova would stray far from his side. Scrambling onward his tawny form would move around the borders. Far from where Nova was laying. In fact he had been so quick to disappear that he was already halfway to the other side of the borders. He couldn't stay here. A rattling image of his brother falling clouded his head. And Camio had done nothing. The Zamora had simple stood there watching his own kin fall to their ultimate death. How could one be so cruel? Was that how he was suppose to be? Perhaps it was his past coming back to haunt him. His roots catching up to him. He knew all too well that this was where his twisted, sour memories would wrap around his legs like vines and drag him down. Pacing he didn't know what to do. He was still shocked so nervous and rattled from that awful nightmare. "I need to get lost, I'm no good for anyone around here." He growled out himself. This was surely how everything went down. Surely how the world would twist and burn right in front of his eyes. How he would let down another being he loved. Who knew though? What if this was all for the best? What if this was his wake up call? Although he was no believer in fate something deep down told him that this might be a calling of sorts. As if some god was trying to tell him he needed to finish what he started. Hell raiser, sinner, liar, and villain to all. This very night, would mark a new chapter in his life. "Speech."

table by Grey / 2014

and all the love lost was the love that i kept
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead

It felt like an earthquake had hit the den, Nova suddenly rattled from her dreams. Whatever they had been, they were quickly forgotten as she noticed the cold air at her flank. It took a few moments to catch her bearings before she realized what was missing.

Nova lurched from the burrow's entrance, glancing about the darkened clearing as she looked for the Zamora man. But he was nowhere to be seen. A sharp feeling of dread welled up in Nova's chest. She hadn't felt such foreboding the likes of this since that brutal storm that had forced her family from their mountain home. A force of nature, and not something to take lightly. What was it that could have torn Camio from her side with such ferocity? At first she could only think the best of him, he was so protective she could only imagine he went running on defense. Did some unknown threat lurk out here? Perhaps a cougar, or a bear?

Nova feared for him, but as she ran hoping to get to his side to help her nose quickly noticed that he was alone. His trail crossed no predators, and it almost seemed as if he were chasing a ghost. Her nerves intensified as she tried to think of why he would do this.

Dodging through all the damned brambles that stood in her way as she ran to the edge of the territory, her mind started to turn inwards. Was it her he was running from? Had she crossed the line? A pit formed in her stomach, trying to dismiss the negative thoughts that the pestering voice in her head told her to be true. She was selfish, useless, ugly, who else wouldn't run once they realized who she was?

She could tell she was getting close, his familiar loamy scent freshly brushed across the foliage here. "Camio!" Nova howled her love's name into the frigid night air, her voice shrill and short of breath from running. What are you doing, just let him go, the back of her mind snarled. Selfish, it hissed. Nova whined softly, her tail limp and ears folded in defeat.

Somewhere in between his growls and whines of such horrific evil comments about himself he heard a familiar voice rattle out his name. Who was it? What did they want? Didn't they know that such evil, like himself, lurked in the darkness of the night? It only took moments for his brain to click. The voice that had called out his name was Nova. She was looking for him. He feared the worst though. What if something horrible happened? What if his rattled nerves and guilt made him snap...

Looking around he found a tight spot between the trees to hide himself. Forcing himself to muster up a deep and strong voice he growled deeply before barking out harshly to Nova. "It's not safe Nova, go back to the den." He hoped that this would be one of the times that Nova would listen and follow his orders. If she didn't, well he couldn't exactly guess what might happen. Although he was trying to keep his cards hidden it was hard as he stood rather slumped in between two tall sturdy trees. He could always make a run for it. The Zamora male was merely a few leaps and bounds away from dashing quickly away from the border. Of course the part of him the still found a way to care knew he couldn't just dash away from Nova. She deserved better. She deserved anyone but him.

"I'll be fine, go back to sleep my love. I'll surely return shortly." Perhaps it was a lie, perhaps it was the truth. One may never be able to tell what Camio's intentions were on this night. All he knew that things would be tossed around for the two young love birds. Who was to even say that Nova would want him after this? Surely she would find him strange. She might even think of him as deranged.

and all the love lost was the love that i kept
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead

Nova's ears swiveled up from the crook of her neck as she heard a snarl rumbling out towards her. She should have felt relieved to hear Camio's voice, but he sounded so rough and unsettled it set her right back on edge. What he said made no sense. It wasn't safe? From what? As far as she could tell, they were the only ones out here. And Nova would be damned if she was going to let Camio go alone if there was something dangerous about. They were partners, they worked together, and as flattering as it was she didn't let Camio baby her. She couldn't just go back to sleep and let him deal with whatever it was. Something was just off about it.

"No..." She whispered under her breath, unable to believe him. It was hard to believe that it was her Camio saying these things, and there was no doubt as to what it was. It was a lie, one she could see right through like the clearest water. If she let him go, he wouldn't be coming back. "No, you won't." She said firmly, her tone climbing up to just barely audible. She shook her head side to side like she was shaking the life from a hare. "Don't you lie to me, Camio," She said, her voice wavering as she tried to sound firm.

Nova's bright eyes peered through the darkened forest as she looked for just where he was. Nova fought against the dark thought that she was just like her sister, who wanted to have the world held under her paw. Maybe selfishness really did run through the family. Nova told herself Camio wasn't an antler or a pretty feather, he wasn't just an object that could be kept. Even then, she couldn't just let him go. She was his and he was hers, they had sworn it to each other. "Don't go. You'll never come back." She croaked. After all, no one ever did.

"No...No, you won't."

He was caught dead. His heart torn between anger and sadness. Did she not trust him? Or had he not done enough to prove to her? Was this all his fault, or all @Nova? Before he could dare even speak her whipping words slithered off of her tongue.

"Don't you lie to me, Camio,"

Lying? It shook him and the first thing to snap between his sadness and anger was the anger. All would now know his pain. "Of course I'll come back! I'm not lying! You know, not everyone is a liar and is out to hurt you. You have to know other people have been shattered too!" His voice grew steadily louder with each sentence until it had reached it's peak of volume. "I'VE BEEN HURT TOO, NOVA. YOU'RE JUST TOO BLIND TO SEE IT!" He couldn't hold it any more. He didn't like exposing his feelings and the more level headed side of him knew that yelling at Nova wouldn't get them anywhere but he didn't know what else to do. It was better than physically lashing out on her....or so Camio thought.

Each word the dark yearling would speak hit the older male harder then the last. Why couldn't she find it in herself just to let him go? Even if only for the night. "If you ever asked to me to leave or to be left alone you'd know I'd do it for you. Why can't you do it for me? Hmmm?" His brown eyes shot a glare to her obviously very torn, distraught, and upset. "I'm not property, Nova. You can't keep me to yourself." His words slithered out and would pierce the darkness like a snake's fangs piercing flesh.

(This post was last modified: Dec 08, 2014, 11:52 PM by Camio.)

and all the love lost was the love that i kept
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead

Nova was a mild-mannered girl, and it was rare for anyone to raise their voice at her. Having it come from Camio was even more of a shock. She tread towards his voice, her tail wrapped low around the side of her flank. When she found him his chestnut brown eyes glinted at her, an anger flashing within them that she had never seen before. She wanted to reach out to him, bury her nose in the nape of his neck, say she took it all back and beg for his forgiveness. But now was not the time for that, and perhaps he didn't even want anything to do with her anymore. Nova shivered as she faced him, her long legs quaking as she tried to stand strong and firm.

"Maybe because you didn't ask!" Nova half snapped, half sobbed with exasperation. She didn't really know what Camio was talking about, or what had hurt him. He didn't speak much about his past, and Nova didn't want to prod. Perhaps she would have if she had known it would instead simmer just under the surface and explode when she least expected it. But that wasn't quite it, either. Half a breath was quickly sucked into her lungs before she continued, not allowing him room to continue his tirade unless he wanted to yell over her. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why didn't you tell me something was wrong? I can't read your mind, Camio! What if I didn't wake up and chase after you, and you got hurt out there? I'd be waiting, wondering where you went and if I'd ever see you again. You... You said there was something dangerous!" Voice strained and shrill, she looked scared more than angry.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched for his response. Maybe she could have just let him go, but everything seemed to be hanging from a precipitous edge and she needed answers first.

(This post was last modified: Dec 09, 2014, 03:46 AM by Nova.)

Oh gosh, I am so sorry he's being just horrible ;~; @Nova

Her words had a bit back to them. He heard the anger, sobs, frustration all ringing clearly through the air. Nothing though would snap him out of this. Not even the cries of Nova. The Zamora male didn't dare speak. His fur was standing on edge, fluffed up making him seem a bit more larger and burlier than normal. Nova's voice was all to clear. He felt like his head was being dunked into an icy lake although instead of being shocked he was full of adrenaline, ready for anything Nova could and would throw at him. "I'm what's wrong, Nova! I am the danger!" His words were harshly snarled including a click of his teeth and a step closer to her. "I'm a killer Nova! You're in love with a killer, a murder, a monster." His voice trailed off. Camio was obviously stressed and distraught as his head whipped to the side and looked away from her form. "How do you know I'm not the one who ruined Hollowheart Keep? How do you know I am not the one who killed Mapplethorpe?" Oh how Camio was so damn foolish to bring up the topics of Mapplethorpe's death and Hollowheart Keep. His mind didn't have a filter right now though. He was so lost in anger and hatred that nothing made sense to him. No right from wrong and no mercy from justice. "You should hate me! You should fear me Nova! I love you so much but I'm not good for you..." The Zamora's voice was soft by the end of his statements. He turned his back on her taking a few steps away before growling again. "Don't bother looking for me, if I return then I return. If I don't, well, then let's just hope no one finds me." He snarled and moved away from Nova's haunting form. No guilt in his gut once so ever. There was no returning now. Perhaps he might have to go to Nina and Koda and make a request for absence for a few days. Find himself. His true self. "Speech."

table by Grey / 2014

and all the love lost was the love that i kept
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead

Nova stared at Camio in confusion, questions forming on the tip of her tongue but unable to be released into the air. How could her darling ever be dangerous? She didn't understand how he could be a killer, and could hardly stand to hear him call himself a monster. Clearly something in him had become unhinged at some point, and it broke her heart. There was still so much she didn't know. She couldn't stay mad at him. Nova squeaked softly in protest, taking a step closer as Camio's head turned away from her. "Camio, please..." She whispered, ducking her head as she walked a few more steps towards him.

Nova froze solid as Camio mentioned the Keep. She felt her blood grow cold as an icy yet burning feeling coursed through her as he insinuated it was he who had killed Mapplethorpe. She now stared at Camio, her jaw hanging open in disbelief as her mind tried to comprehend any of it. Had he gone mad? Or was he telling the truth? Either way, didn't want to believe it. Nova was only snapped out of her immobility when Camio began to move away.

"Please! Wait! Camio, don't... Please... I don't understand." She whimpered as she trailed after him like a ghost, her head low and topaz yellow eyes wide with confusion and fear. She'd really fucked it up now. She'd grabbed on too tightly and it had only pushed him further. It was like the time she had found a baby bird fallen from its nest. She had tried to pick it up and put it back, but not realizing her own strength and the bird's own fragility she had accidentally killed it, snapped its thin bones and ripped its paper skin.

He was followed after Nova like she was his shadow or even a ghost haunting his weak form. He didn't have much strength right now. Mentally or physically for that matter, but he was going to go on a small trip. He would make sure to be gone for no longer then 5 days at the most. Perhaps a trip to the keep and back would be good for him. Or maybe it would only drive his madness further. Who knew? The cries of Nova behind him pleading his name and the howls of "please" or "wait" were acknowledged by him. Stopping in his tracks he swung his head and shot the younger woman a look. "Nova, my love, I promised you I would return...and I always keep my promises, especially to you." He looked at her with worn dulled down eyes. Drained from his nightmare, anger, and mental state. "If you love me then you'll wait for me to return." A whine was let out from his own throat before he began moving again. Hopefully Nova would wait. He just needed alone time. Away from where every wolf was crowding around him. Asking him questions and making small chat. No, he couldn't take it. The young Zamora male needed to be somewhere where the only conversations he heard was the birds calling out to each other. Somewhere where he could hear his own breathing louder than any other thing that was around. He just needed away. "Speech."

table by Grey / 2014

and all the love lost was the love that i kept
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead

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