Suddenly Alone. [ANA]

[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
They saybad thingshappen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding

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Taryn awoke with a long stretch, her body mimicking that of a cat just waking for a nice long nap. But, she was no cat, she was wolf and her lover had the claw marks to prove it. Her body was achingly sore but it was a good sore, a nice ache. Her eyes opened slowly as she rolled over in the lavish bed that now belonged to her. Urjasz had moved her in to this mansion, his room, their room. But, as she looked at the empty side of the bed next to her, it didn’t feel like her room anymore. She was alone, in HIS room. Taryn sat up slowly, the sheet falling from her bare breasts. She pulled the sheet back up around her as a cool draft graced her warm skin. “Urjasz?” She called out to the empty room. She didn’t know how, but she knew he wasn’t in this room.

She slid out of the king sized bed, her feet hitting the cool hard wood floors was a subtle shock to her system. Taryn scooped a disregarded black tee shirt from the ground and slipped it over her head. She ruffled the shirt in her hands, grabbing a handful of it and burying her face in the fabric. It was his, her mate’s, and it held his delicious scent. She went to a dresser that now held her things, opened the top drawer and grabbed a clean pair of panties. Slipping them on was a task, seeing that her thighs were thrumming with a pain that was both good and bad. She stood up straight, stretching again, her arms up and her feet on tip toe. She went for the door next, opening it wide and peering out in to the empty hall way. “Urjasz?” She called down the hall, her voice was softer than before, a slight edge of panic in her tone. She knew, without knowing, he wasn’t in this house at all. He was gone.

STATUS-> DONE
STARS-> TARYN
MUSE-> GOOD
LOCATION-> MANSION
WARDROBE->
CREDITS-> Banner and layout by LiViNGDEADGiRL aka ME xP

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Anastasia had been up for a while. The small girl barely ever slept now for varying reasons of different degrees. Sometimes it was merely because she couldn’t get comfortable, other times it was her dreams, and sometimes. . . sometimes her mind could not be quieted. She had gotten maybe four hours of sleep tops, and together. From about four thirty in the morning she hadn’t been able to fall back asleep upon waking, so she had sat in one of the living rooms, watching movies or TV or scavenging in the kitchen for some food. . . . It had been an uneventful night, but there was one specific reason that she had not been able to sleep.

There was another wolf in the mansion. A she-wolf. One that had moved in. . . specifically to be with Urjasz.

Even though Anastasia hadn’t the chance to meet this wolf yet, there was a deep-seeded dislike for this woman already. Not a hate, Anastasia hadn’t hated a person since Daktari, but she already felt as if she wasn’t going to like this woman. The werehyena was feeling betrayed, used, and. . . jealous. Not but a few days before this woman had moved in. . . . Anastasia and Urjasz had shared that bed. . . the one that. . . woman had shared with him last night. . . and the night before. It made Anastasia’s stomach twist painfully.

Had it all. . . had that night just been some sort of. . . booty call, was it called? She had honestly thought that he had held her in some sort of high regard, that he had liked her, and wanted her not just because she was nice to look at and might be fun in bed. Anastasia was far from any fun in bed she thought. She was far too passive to do much else besides lay there and take the old in and out. Maybe that was why. . . she wasn’t good enough. Maybe that was why Trey had left. Why Jack had left. And why Daktari had felt he had needed to rape and beat her. . . . To make things more interesting.

Her inner voice chose to speak up then. Now, now. I took care of things and made sure he was. . . satisfied. So it can’t be that. However, this is Urjasz we are talking about. Would you be surprised if he had just not wanted to use you for a night? You are small and have a nice body and are easily manipulated. It would not be hard, the voice explained coldly and honestly. Anastasia shook her head, not wanting to believe it. You can’t stay this naïve, Ana. Urjasz is not a good person. The world is filled with a bunch of people who are not good people. You had to live with Daktari for almost a year. You think you would have learned this lesson. You can’t believe everyone who treats you nicely and says nice things to you. . . . Am I going to have to baby sit you all the time?

At this point, Anastasia was wondering aimlessly through the halls of the mansion, just letting her feet take her wherever they would, by habit or whatever else. “It’s your fault. . . . You’re the one who made me let him have me. . . . I wanted to leave. . . but you pushed me. . . . It’s your fault he used me like that,” she muttered aloud, gaining a strange glance from a Novosi guard that walked by. It soon turned to something similar to pity. He must have been one of the Novosi that had spotted her and Urjasz walking hand-in-hand to his room. . . his shirt off and her face flustered.

Novosi members had all come to sort of adore the little hyena girl. A number of them, anyway. She had been here for a while, and she was always nice and polite, and they had all been charged to take care of her. In a way, Anastasia was a child, and most people couldn’t help but love a child.

Up ahead, Anastasia picked up a scent. It was musty and reminded her of the dry forest. . . and Urjasz. It was a werewolf. Anastasia’s morale lifted slightly and she tilted her head up, smiling slightly. “Urjasz?” she called, used to there being only one werewolf in the mansion. . . . But she soon realized that the scent was not him. . . . Not entirely. There was the more fruity scent of a female, and Anastasia withdrew into herself again, bowing her head. No. . . no it wasn’t him.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Taryn
→ COUNTING 795
→ LOCATION Roaming the mansion
→ WEARING Click this thing. Pajamas.
→ NOTES So. She's kind of a skitzo with dissociative identity disorder. XD
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
They saybad thingshappen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding

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Taryn closed her eyes as there was no answer to her calls. He was gone. The man that had promised her he’d stay, had left. She should have known. She’d been fooled by his beautiful blue eyes and the intense connection they’d shared. Oh yes, she’d been fooled. Her head fell for only a moment and then she picked it back up again. She felt a small part of herself dying inside at the loss of her mate, but she wouldn’t let it be the end of her. This mansion, the Novosi, they’d promised Urjasz that she would be taken care of, that she would be as important to them as he was. He’d promised her a new home for her pack and even without him here, she would still have it.

She backed herself against the cold wall and let it hold her up as her knees threatened to buckle. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and caught a different scent on the wind. Another shifter, a dog? Taryn closed her eyes and breathed in again, catching the exact breed this time. A hyena. Before the small girl even rounded the corner, Taryn knew who it was. She saw her bright blonde hair come in to view and Taryn stood up a little taller. “Hello Anastasia.” She said to her, her voice calm and as nice as she could make it. “We haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting, though I’m sure you’ve heard I was here. Taryn.” She said, holding her hand out the girl.

STATUS-> DONE
STARS-> TARYN AND ANA
MUSE-> GOOD
LOCATION-> MANSION
WARDROBE-> www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=19302431
CREDITS-> Banner and layout by LiViNGDEADGiRL aka ME xP

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Head lifted just enough to see where she was going, she didn’t miss the werewolf standing against the wall. Instantly she hunched her shoulders just the tiniest of bits, and it was hardly noticeable. Her head lowered into a sort of submissive, non-threatening posture, and it was all done out of reflex more than anything when it came down to it. Anastasia didn’t even realize she was doing it. It was all her conditioning, and as far as her subconscious was concerned, she was in a sort of competition with this woman, but Anastasia was not the sort of girl to put a fight.

Not like there was much of one to begin with. What had Anastasia ever thought that Urjasz could like a girl like her when there was. . . this werewolf—and come to think, a million more people more his time—out there? She was a stupid little girl and she’d just been used. She should have been used to it by now, though. Everyone else seemed to think she was nothing but a novelty toy.

Anastasia had been perfectly dead-set on just walking past without saying anything, never once thinking that this woman had any desire to meet her, but she was proven wrong when the werewolf offered a greeting handshake and speech to match. The small hyena looked up slightly, still curled into herself as if unsure, and her hands went to her chest, fidgeting with her fingers as she deliberated for a brief second on what to do. Return the gesture! Right! Anastasia offered a friendly smile and cautiously reached out with her hand, returning the she-wolf’s gesture. “I—I’m Anastasia,” she murmured in response, even though the woman obviously already knew her name. She didn’t know what else to say.

When pleasantries had been exchanged, Anastasia’s hand fell back in line with her other hand, fidgeting with her fingers. “Ah. . . if—if you’re looking for. . . for Urjasz, I—I’m sure one of the Novosi know where he went,” she murmured. For a second, Anastasia thought about just kicking everyone out of this mansion and keeping it to herself. . . . Zakhar had left it all in her name and for an instant, she wanted all of these interlopers gone. . . this werewolf, Urjasz, the Novosi. . . . She was already alone, so she might as well end the charade and make it completely so. However, she pushed the thought aside. Like she would ever be able to be that mean. . . .

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Taryn
→ COUNTING 428
→ LOCATION The mansion
→ WEARING Clicketh.
→ NOTES She has a lot of inner conflict. . . so bear with me. ^^;
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride