Behind every great man is a woman, WICKED.

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,1,true][atrb=cellpadding,1,true][bg=c0f3fa] Every five minutes, Icecold would turn around, ponder her eyes looking for the Siberian husky, Beauty. Icecold only did the eye trick to make him stay close. Though stopping every five minutes was the biggest annoyance on her mind, she had other annoyances. Ice still couldn't get over the fact she had slept with him. "Last night. It never happened." Icecold slurred off the tongue, as if unsure it might offend him. Without saying another word, mostly because of embarrassment, her head held low to ground. She was after the big game, which she smelt pretty close, a buck. As luck would have it. As soon as Icecold started her man hunt, the weather, which was already gloomy, showed its ass to the two. It started to rain, it wouldn't effect anyone else hunt, but the vizsla, the one with the balls, had been blessed with the breed standard short hair. Comes to be that the short coat wasn't very good at keeping her warm. It only took several minutes in till the vizsla could no longer keep her body from shaking. Shaking she did, that didn't stop the red dog from trying to find a meal. Icecold traveled to the immigration station, that was on the island, by now she was icecold, shivering wasn't helping, and she was no longer in the zone to hunt, but rather find a shelter to relax in till the wicked weather killed its self. Icecold stopped a brisk moment, in that moment the rain started pouring down. It was freezing rain, and not to her surprise she couldn't see in it. Calling out for Beauty, "Beauty, I'm freezing I can no longer feel my feet, we need to find shelter, somewhere out of this tropical storm." She finally should some place out of the rain, and would last in a tropical storm. The inner workings of the immagration station. This will have to do, Icecold thought as she laid down, licking her frozen pads. "Ice talks."

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/ff5u88.jpg] It truly was a magic trick. How was this female so easily controlling Wicked the way she was? It was like suddenly the male didn't have control over his body because a ventriloquist would control his puppet. Except instead of using her talent to put on a beautiful show, this female was just pulling him into her so she can slam to trap doors behind him and his soul will forever be hers. "Oh god. What if she's the type to fall in love and then hold you prisoner..." the male thought, his tail dropping partly in shame and partly to feel a little less nude in front of the female. The male made a game of attempting to follow the map of paw prints left behind the female exactly, but every time he would reach to step in the light crevices, his paw was either too big and widen her print or he missed the mark to the point where it looked like a dog with a second limb which, admittedly, the dog thought would be pretty awesome to see. The male paused when the female's voice ripped him away from his game, "Last night. It never happened." The male snorted, his eyes piercing through her own as she turned around to check on him again. "You ashamed of mating with me? That's a first. Tell me something, Beast. Are you afraid you've lowered your standards or I've lowered mine?" he spoke, a slight chuckle following. Oh how he loved to toy with his new dog-controlling companion. When the female ignored him and kept walking, the dog gave up on trying to tease her and continued on with his game. It took a minute until the male thought of something that had a high percentage of striking a nerve with the female. After a second of thinking about letting the bomb drop, the male opened himself once more, "You know, Beast, just for that I'm going to introduce myself as your boyfriend. Maybe that will help you find a man that'll stay with you. Once he's learned you'll give it out without even needing a name you'll have them crawling on you like fleas. Guaranteed." Still finding himself without a playful remark back, the male figured she was the silent angry type and shrugged it off, returning to follow in line. The male walked quietly for a while until he started to smell rain on the wind. He wasn't exactly the type that enjoyed the rain, but it did tend to wash his fur before the mud dirties it once more. "Uh, I hope you hunt in the rain. Cause I don't do anything in the rain. So maybe I should go find some shelter, hmm?" the male barely got the words out before the clouds poured buckets of rain over his body. It really was an uncomfortable feeling so, once the male saw Beast heading for shelter, he tucked his tail and ran after her: finally coming to shelter. Then the thought dawned on him and the male was once again cursing his idiocy: he was stuck with her in the storm and there was no getting out of this one. "Since it seems we're stuck here, do I deserve to know your name, Beast?" ooc Oh the llama crap D:

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,1,true][atrb=cellpadding,1,true][bg=c0f3fa] "Listen you," Icecold snarled, stopping what she was doing, "I'm not going to put up with this football jock shit anymore. You are not better then me, nor am I better then you. We are equal members of this community and I hope you realize that the only way others will know that I didn't know your name or even gave you anything is if you are the type of kiddish boy that goes kissing and telling." She took a breath, then licked her dry mouth, "because if you are a kiddish boy that goes around kissing and telling, I want you gone, know." It was normal for Icecold to snap at company, she was a very opinionated character and wasn't afraid to let them in on her piece of the pie. That is why she wasn't feeling remorse for what she had said to the husky, but as it dawned on her, she was stuck in a building with him and the tropical storm wasn't going to let up any time soon. Icecold swiveled her head, glancing what her surroundings were. If she wanted to make it though this storm uninjured, she might just have to feel remorse. Icecold ran through her apology once more, "I'm sorry for snapping at you, like that. I don't play nice when I'm cold." Blunt and to the point, that seemed to be the case with all of Icecold's apologizes. She gave him a weak smile, hoping the smile might open a door to his better nature. One thing after another kept Icecold from being comfortable in this situation. First it was the thought of being in an enclosure with a brute, that she had surely pissed off. Now that, that problem was resolved, mother nature was making sure Icecold was everything but warm. She was shivering and shaking, looking as if she was a phone on vibrate waiting for someone to answer her. "I know it might not be the time," chuckling, "do you think you can cuddle with me?" Icecold waited for Beauty to answer her question, praying the lustful dog would be more then willing to cuddle. But he must not of heard her or just was consumed into his mind. He questioned Icecold. "Since it seems we're stuck here, do I deserve to know your name, Beast?" Icecold moved closer to the brute, "my name is Icecold." Ooc; hpm. I guess this will have to do.

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,1,true][atrb=cellpadding,1,true][bg=000000] It was like a switch had flipped in the female and Wicked was in serious trouble. Suddenly her body became rigid, her lips twitched with the threat of a snarl, and her voice was devoured by the hungry fire of her temper, "Listen you, I'm not going to put up with this football jock shit anymore. You are not better then me, nor am I better then you. We are equal members of this community and I hope you realize that the only way others will know that I didn't know your name or even gave you anything is if you are the type of kiddish boy that goes kissing and telling." the female paused briefly to lick her lips and then proceeded to tell the male that she wanted him out like this was her house or something. The male snorted, his tail tickling his back as he readjusted himself and brought down his haunches to the floor. "Wow," he spoke, putting in the best deer-in-the-headlights expression. The male allowed his cold eyes to briefly wander the golden mutt's body for a moment before continuing, "That a nice way of calling me a stud jock." The male hadn't even finished his sentence before his face broke out in a laughing fit. He groaned with pleasure, his tail falling to the cold floor only to wag softly over the surface. "Seriously, that was a speech for the grandchildren." he smiled teasingly at the girl for a moment before pulling his eyes from her gaze to observe his surroundings. It seemed to be concrete from floor to ceiling and, though it would obviously last longer, it did absolutely nothing to help out the two dogs. Of course Wick had his fur, but Beast had nothing but short fur and it dawned on the dog, once she'd asked to cuddle with him after apologizing for blowing her top, maybe he could repay her for being a jerk by at least letting her cuddle into his fur. He didn't even need to cuddle back. All he needed to do was allow her to get close.. The male was snapped back from his thought as the female introduced herself as Icecold. Wicked couldn't help it: the laughter bubbled up in his chest until it created a pressure too great to ignore and he gave up trying to hide it. "It really does suit you, Beast." he spoke, watching her draw close to him without attempting to stop her. Ah well, if she really wanted to "cuddle" he wasn't going to stop her, but he wasn't going to be participating in the cuddling, either. He was a macho mutt and macho mutts didn't cuddle no matter what the circumstances were.

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