hakamorra:

theangryblade:

"Tch" Don’t get used to it." he grunted, Yammy took off his top, and laid it across her.  "Guess this is fine for a night eh?" he said with a chuckle.

       A smirk escaped the female’s pale pink lips whilst she took hold of the cloth, burying her face to the white fabric. “Aye, I quite like it better here with but the two of us. Although deserts aren’t something I like, it is worth it to see an old friend.” The top was oddly soft and light but kept the warmth of it’s previous possessor. It smelled of sweat, blood, a familiar smell and one which oddly enough to soothe her. Perhaps it was due to her own obsessive training which caused the odor to seem less foreign. 

Yammy Just sat there relaxing with Hakamora resting on him. “Yeah its been a while. Usually you just run off on me or somthin.” he shrugged. “Guess ya got your own life to live huh. I’m just sittin here bored most of the time.” The big brute didn’t care that much about sitting around he just wanted some more action.

blarghh gotta go Haka, ttyl kk

hakamorra:

theangryblade:

Hakamora’s voice was soothing, though her words were sad. For Yammy it wasn’t like he wanted to harm her. It was a desire, someth8ing embedded into his being. Rage consumes him Everyday the big man was driven to harm someone, for he was made a weapon. But the hybrid calmed his inner rage, her voice and her touches were enough to stop him…  for now.  “Right, well just don’t expect me to be nice if someone makes me mad, If it were anyone but you Haka, I’d have to wreck em, but I’ll give you a break.” he said with a scoff.

       Those words alone were good enough for her and earned a gentle wagging of her tail. Again did her eyes close and she nuzzled his leg where she rested. Although the stone was uncomfortable she was just fine where she laid at his side, he was a strange one indeed. "Thank you, Yammy." 

"Tch" Don’t get used to it." he grunted, Yammy took off his top, and laid it across her.  "Guess this is fine for a night eh?" he said with a chuckle.

hakamorra:

theangryblade:

Yammy jumped a bit when she said his name without even opening her eyes. “Uh… uh… ok” he sat down next to her. His massive form dwarfing her own. The huge espada let her move closer to him without word or reaction. Never really going to admit it but this was what the big man wanted. That and to crack someone’s skull in if they mad him mad enough.

The big Man tensed up in anger again, mad at himself for yelling at the kind hybrid Known as Hakamora, she didn’t deserve it but he got angry at her, as he always did.

       Much like a dog the woman had placed her head upon his leg, eyes cracking open with the lift of her hand, index finger tracing slow circles upon his leg near where her head rested. She had often thought of him as much a big teddy bear, one which could come to life and show it’s true beastly nature, but in the end was but a gentle giant. "When you speak of my pack in such a manner it may not hurt them for it is but words, but the words alone harm me. I cannot nor will not let any more of my people be killed…" her tone came unusually soft, more so in a manner of being torn. She had their blood on her hands, she couldn’t let it happen again. Herself or others. 

Hakamora’s voice was soothing, though her words were sad. For Yammy it wasn’t like he wanted to harm her. It was a desire, someth8ing embedded into his being. Rage consumes him Everyday the big man was driven to harm someone, for he was made a weapon. But the hybrid calmed his inner rage, her voice and her touches were enough to stop him…  for now.  “Right, well just don’t expect me to be nice if someone makes me mad, If it were anyone but you Haka, I’d have to wreck em, but I’ll give you a break.” he said with a scoff.

hakamorra:

theangryblade:

A rather large shadow appeared over the hybrid known as hakamora. Yammy had followed her outside and up the tower he hovered over her. The big brute didn’t really want to be alone but he;d never admit how he missed companionship.  He stood silent like a sentinel, not wanting to disturb her.

       With a flick of an ear she parted her lips to speak. “You’re welcome to sit or lie with me, Yammy.” She wasn’t one to hold any sort of grudge, the fact was she just needed air, to be out of those walls which had reminded her of a horrid event in her past. 

       When he had done so, either sitting or laying, the blonde had moved closer to him for some form of warmth. Allthewhile her eyes remaining hidden behind pale lids. 

Yammy jumped a bit when she said his name without even opening her eyes. “Uh… uh… ok” he sat down next to her. His massive form dwarfing her own. The huge espada let her move closer to him without word or reaction. Never really going to admit it but this was what the big man wanted. That and to crack someone’s skull in if they mad him mad enough.

The big Man tensed up in anger again, mad at himself for yelling at the kind hybrid Known as Hakamora, she didn’t deserve it but he got angry at her, as he always did.

hakamorra:

theangryblade:

Yammy grunted. “Yeah whatever lady, don’t get eaten.” the big bastard crossed his arms again, not caring if she left or not. No one stayed anyways, They either died or left.

       Waltzing out of the room and down the hall the hybrid wandered the bright hallways, glancing around to study the old building which she had visited what seemed so long ago. Nothing had changed. From the man in his room to this building and the wasteland. Time stood still here.

       Hakamorra managed her way up to the top of the tower, she sitting upon the white stone, looking out at the vast desert landscape. This just reminded her how much she disliked the sand. It was difficult to remove from her fur; how could those desert dogs handle it? A slow breath was taking in and slowly out, she coming to lay on her back and close her eyes. 

A rather large shadow appeared over the hybrid known as hakamora. Yammy had followed her outside and up the tower he hovered over her. The big brute didn’t really want to be alone but he;d never admit how he missed companionship.  He stood silent like a sentinel, not wanting to disturb her.

hakamorra:

theangryblade:

Yammy yelled at the ceiling then turned and punched a massive hole in the wall. “Damn it…….” he tried to calm himself. “Why are you getting under my skin Haka, and I’ll call you Woman if I want to call you woman.” The big Espada went back to his bed and sat down. He put his hands on his head and tried to wrap his dumb brain around it.

       She gave a heavy sigh, running pale digits through light blonde hair, doing so resulting in pushing back her bangs and having her ringed eye show. Only for a moment. “I am simply protecting my pack.” He seemed to be the only person, being, whom could spark the emotion of irritation within her; she needed to relax. “I’m going for a walk.”

Yammy grunted. “Yeah whatever lady, don’t get eaten.” the big bastard crossed his arms again, not caring if she left or not. No one stayed anyways, They either died or left.

hakamorra:


       Hakamorra turned, glaring up at him. "You shouldn’t have threatened my people." If he so wanted to fight she would wait for his attack first. After all the only worked up one was him. “And my name is not woman, it is Haka.”

Yammy yelled at the ceiling then turned and punched a massive hole in the wall. “Damn it…….” he tried to calm himself. “Why are you getting under my skin Haka, and I’ll call you Woman if I want to call you woman.” The big Espada went back to his bed and sat down. He put his hands on his head and tried to wrap his dumb brain around it.

hakamorra:

       As he laid she threw a leg over him, sitting upon him with a sharp ended nail poking at his throat. “A house can be re-built, lives cannot.” That said, and her knowing him to be true to his word, she had placed them where they once were. In that odd darkened land. His back was upon his over sized bed, she moving to hop off him and roam about. "The night will be spent here."

Yammy growled at her when she put a nail to his throat. He closed his eyes just for a moment when she put her weight on him, her skin was soft but he was getting pretty angry at this point. Suddenly he was on his bed and she was off him looking around the area. “What the hell? How the hell did we get here.” Yammy stood up fast towering, looming over her. “Yer tickin me off woman, cut it out.” he swore at her getting more and more annoyed by the minute.