Post by σя¢нidfrost on Jun 16, 2010 19:32:40 GMT -5
||Author's Notes: This is dream-based. Thank my mind for coming up with this story LOL. When I woke up, I just had to write it down. This is a one-shot featuring Integra and Matrix {not an MxI story!!! that's just ew!} Integra and Matrix © me||
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She stood before him as if she were ready to conquer the world, her iron will clashing with his ego. A battle of stares follows, each appraising the other, sizing each other up. Violet eyes meet cold, ice blue ones. She does not flinch; his power over her as a gifted one does not frighten her. She does not back down; she is willing to die to defend her pack. He respects this immensely, this noble martyr.
Truly this is the opponent he'd been waiting for for so long. One who'd be worthy to be called opponent, this divine enemy. Her strength to continue the fight for so many years without hint of giving up was a testament to the royal, pure blood flowing in her veins. A Renegade; it was obvious in the way she would carry herself. They begin to circle, tails lashing, teeth knashing, fur bristling. Aggression at its finest.
The classic dance of death, in which only one would emerge the winner. To him, it was all just a game of strategy. To her, it was war. To him, distain. To her, hatred and rage. And it was this righteous anger that fueled his motives.
He loved to see what she'd do, how she fared in battle. Because all this time, he'd been building her up to be his death. And it would be a beautiful, wonderful death. They stop now, facing each other again. Her muscles are tense, every instinct on full throttle. She is in the presence of her long-term enemy.
Every nerve screams to kill, to lunge, rip, tear, mangle. An adrenalin rush increases the speed of her palpitating heart. He senses she is on the verge; he sees it in the blue fire that is her eyes. She is like an angel, who would punish him with death for his sins. He raises an eyebrow, his own muscles tensing as if it knew that it had minutes, seconds, left to keep him alive. Dark lips part to speak, revealing the treacherous fangs otherwise hidden.
"What will you do, Fraulien?"
