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Dancing with Scars


Desi/Desires
6 IC Posts
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Large brown orbs stared into the littered pond, barely able to make out the reflection of herself upon the surface. The perfectly placed windows were beautifully placed upon a large, but narrow skull, where a short, but strong muzzle jutted out, sharp teeth collected about the gums within her maw. Two identical scars marred her face, touching at the base of her nose, cascading down her jaw and down her nape to grace her chest. Her strong nape was thick with muscle that lead to her large bodice. A short back that lead to powerful hindlegs and dainty forelegs. Her paws were large and oval shaped, giving her a floating appearance upon the snowy grounds. To add to her large appearance was a dirty, disarrayed pelt. It caressed her muscles diligently and kept her most valuable body parts warm. She was all wolf, and nothing less.
Dualscar was her name. As for the land, she did not know what its name was. There was something about the lands though, as if they had already accepted her. The large Arctic femme grunted and lowered her bodice to lap up the cool waters at her feet. The liquid drained down her throat, chasing her thirst away. She had wandered for days, never finding even a small puddle of water to quince her dry throat. And now, that that was over with, she felt her stomach rumble. The Schizoaffective fae whined and felt the wave of depression she had been attempting to shoo away come back with vengeance. She let her deep brown eyes scan over the pond before she moved to a large rock and planted herself u-top it, letting out a deep sigh she had been holding in.
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Regent

Becka
54 IC Posts
Vilyneous
77 Points

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Each step carried the man away from his home, but in his heart he knew where he’d end up. There was that invisible, unexplainable pull to the Vargo, and it left the brute feeling like a pitiful mess. After the loss of X’yrin, he felt lost and alone, even when he curled up against Aku and they allowed their tears to fall. Even after the mourning process seemed complete, the large earthen-hued male felt as if he was still missing something. Perhaps keeping to the Western Region is what held him back from finding what it was that he truly desired.
The Willow Pond was as far as he got, on his trek north bound. The scent of others was always expected, and present, as the Willow was near the Vargo. Lingering smells of familiar wolves met the man’s senses as he neared the eerily gathered Willow Trees, but one in particular aroused a display of dominance. It was unfamiliar and the smells that clung to the beast were foreign. Closer and closer he drew to the water, and was soon met with the form of a large white beast. A female.
Slowly, a bit on the cautious side, Alcyoneus approached the water’s edge, approximately seven feet from the ivory she wolf. ”Hello..,” he murmured before dipping his own maw to drink of the cold water. Was she heading to the Vargo, or simply a wanderer passing through?
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High King

Heike
258 IC Posts
Nero & Almera
78 Points

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ooc;
The white male had left the pack territory for the first time in a while. He was upset for some reason, he hadn't even told Dimitri of his trip. He hoped she didn't notice, he planned on returning in the evening anyways. He reached the Willow pond soon, too see someone already there. He stopped and crouched in the snow, looking out the situation.
But he soon relaxed a little. One of the wolves was the beta of the pack, Alcyoneus. He was greeting the rather big, white female. Heike lifted his head. It was not often he saw one of his own breed. Arctic wolf. Heike thought of his mother. She would want him to find a nice girl of his own breed. He huffed as he thought about his creme girl, not an arctic wolf at all. Pfft, mother have nothing to say in his choice of mate, and this girl looked somewhat like she never even groomed herself. He rose up and walked rather confident to the other two. ”Ah, isn't it great to meet a familiar face.” He said, whatever Azren said, Heike didn't like beta's much, little wannabe leaders. But he kept himself polite as he didn't want any trouble. “And who is your lady friend over here?” He looked at the female without much interest but polite enough.
"Heike huffs."
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Desi/Desires
6 IC Posts
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The large white femme turned her large head to the direction of another male. She now felt cornered. One on each side, though she was large for a female, she could at least take one of them, but two? It was out of the question. She huffed and stood up and then sat down again, pressing herself against the tree behind her, showing her unrest. Deep golden orbs watched both males, clearly friends. That made it worse. Dualscar stood then, keeping her rear to the tree, so neither of them could attack her from behind.
The scents of other wolves were all over them, both clearly in a pack. And the same pack it seemed, she was close to pack territory. Instantly she became even more unease, being this close to a pack could result in a fight, which would end in her ultimate death if she was attacked by multiple members of one pack. A small growl escaped her lips and she bared her teeth slightly, a simple show of a warning. A whine escaped her lips shortly after the growl and she began pacing on her rock.
" I'm no where near his friend. "
She spoke, her eyes darting from both males. Trust was something she did not posses, at least at first. The large white femme wrapped her tail around her left flank, a nervous twitch she had.
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Regent

Becka
54 IC Posts
Vilyneous
77 Points

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The ivory dame seemed shaken by brute’s approach, and so he immediately pulled away from the water’s edge and took a few steps away. ”I mean you no harm, my--,” but before he could continue, a familiar stench pawed at his ebony senses. Instinct kicked in and Alcyoneus stood tall, and his sea-green eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the man strut forth. A simple nod was all he offered in greeting, but Heike’s introduction stiffened the male. There was something about the ashen male that made Alcyoneus want to snap and snarl, but he was easily able to hide such a feeling. In the days, weeks, and moons that passed since X’yrin’s death, he was capable of hiding everything.
His indirect address of the female brought Alcyoneus to toss a look at the woman, and he quirked a brow. ”I do not know, in the least, who--,” again he was cut off, but this time it was the she-wolf who spoke. The warning alarm went off, and immediately shot Alcyoneus’s ears flat against his skull. Her immediate response caused the Nix’rio regent to wince, implying there was no relationship at all, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. ”I was simply in the area, and she was here.” he said plainly, turning away from Heike to face the woman. Heike’s approach and present evidently made the woman uneasy, and he felt as if it were his fault. ”I am Alcyoneus, regent and protector of Nix’rio. Our territory lies just beyond the borders of this Willow realm. Do you hail from any of the packs that lay north of here?” he attempted a softer tone as he inquired about her living situation, only looking for a conversation, and perhaps a recruit. ”I mean you no harm, nor does Heike.” the emphasis on Heike’s name was a warning for the other brute, but not directly.
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High King

Heike
258 IC Posts
Nero & Almera
78 Points

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ooc;
Heike swallowed a snarl at the beta's comment that he did not pose a threat. Which he didn't, but he could speak for himself. “Hey, big boy! I can talk for myself, thank you very much.” He added the thank you, then he turned at the lady, she looked like she was awaiting an attack from both sides. Heike would have sat down, but he never quite felt safe to do so with the beta male around. Heike huffed as he looked the female over.
”Actually, you probably shouldn't go all grr-” he showed a row of teeth. “And look like that, it might be read wrong by the one you meet, just an advice for the future.” Heike ended nicely, grinning at the female. Then he looked over at Alcyoneous and huffed. ”What you doing here anyways?” He asked quickly, instead of coming of with a rude comment, that would for sure piss Azren of. Heike thought he would have to show some manners at least or he might get his ass kicked in the future. All though he didn't fear Alcyoneous, beta was just a title to Heike. He tried to grin nicely at him but looked more like he were in pain.
"Heike huffs."
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Desi/Desires
6 IC Posts
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Dualscar listened to both males, clearly they didn't think highly of each other, it made her chuckle slightly. And they seemed to try to act nice for her sake. She huffed, standing straighter and pinning her auds in an unsure gesture, no aggression flowed from her. " I am of no pack. I find them...crowded. My name is Dualscar." Finding no threat, she moved slightly closer, keeping her body tense and ready to fight or flee, which wasn't a good idea. The large femme wasn't the fastest runner. " I know that! " She snapped, baring her teeth at the white male before calming and laying down upon the rock and laying her paw across her muzzle. She knew little of pack life, but something told her that was wrong to snap at him, not that she truly cared, if they attacked, so be it.
A whimper escaped her lips, she was confused and now she was faced with two pack males. She was just as big as them, give or take a few inches, but both of them combined could tear the poor femme apart. Her golden orbs watched both of them, her lips barely forming the words. " Sorry. " She needed to make herself right with the males, but how could she? She knew she had mental problems, but she couldn't help it when they happened.
She stood then and moved from her rock, stepping around the pond at a steady walk, moving around the dark male, and occasionally casting a glance at the white male meters away. " I'm sorry for my behavior, I'm quite the nutcase if you would call it that. " She shut her muzzle, now she was just talking off the fence. She sat, in neutral ground, next to the water's edge and the depression hit her again and she drooped visibly. " So, don't mind me. "
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