Wandering Lie

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qxavk4.png] Wind and rain mixed in with the smell of sulfur and ash though a strange combination. The wind picked up the ash that had found it’s resting place upon the barren ground, moving it from place to place. The scent of death was prominent here for the land of Ixchel bordered Amenti, a pack known for death and chaos. The sky above dark as night approached though in the distance, just above that of the volcano it was rimmed in a bright, threatening red, making the land even more so unique than it already was. Paw prints were left in the laden ash, a trail left behind from a being large in size though not massive as some may think. The cries of others could be heard not far away as they lie in agony, awaiting their life to end though the being only ignored them even with the scent of blood mixing in with the air around him. The lust for blood was strong, though the lust for other things was stronger even as he tried to control it. With those paw prints, if followed closely, led to a beast of a dirty white while all four paws were dipped in gray. Wings of black laden upon his back, resting soundly as if alive and deep in sleep. Why had he come here? Why had he traveled to a place of death and decay? He wouldn’t find another life force here, not unless they were dieing or already dead. Did he want that? Did he want to hear the agony of others as they took their last breaths? Questions swirled in his mind as he wandered further within this part of the outskirts, unknowing what to do next. The forest that lain at his left side was barren, broken, dead. The ash that covered the branches had disallowed any true sunlight to shine through and with the thick clouds of smoke and ash hanging above, it was hard to keep anything alive. He had been in the lands of loners for months and had had his fun with a few. There was one though, Zurian, who he would never forget. His mind still wandered back to her from time to time though the other fae he had encountered, Artemis, had been just as fun. She had awakened feelings within him he didn’t know he possessed. She to had left a lasting impression upon his heart and mind though he searched for another even though they would be no one in particular. He had remembered the pack he had wished to join a long with his first lover so to speak though he had never took the time to travel there. In ways he preferred the loner life, be able to do as he pleased without the constant eye of a leader watching him. Gaze of piercing yellow shone through the fogginess of the land before him. Did he for some reason still search for Zurian or did he search for Artemis? Did he search for a forever home or simply a place to retire for the night? The spirits around him spoke softly as he moved through the dust on his quest, a quest for something he wasn’t sure of yet. He side stepped towards the forests while it offered little cover it helped him blend in just slightly more so. He would do as he pleased for the time being, follow what his heart and mind told him to do and for now would be the wandering soul on a quest for the unknown. His tread stopped as he came to a rocky outcropping, part of it protruding out from the rest, taller than the rest. Gaze scanned the terra beneath him and around him, all dead and dieing. His head rose over so slightly, a song releasing from his vocals as it echoed out across Ixchel, a calling that would perhaps never be heard. Speeeeech!

[CREEPSHOW!?]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2q8mqt4.png] Ixchel, how disturbing the land had felt throught the wings of the Raven. Unsightly, and petrified. Fogged over by ash and other debris. But, without much trouble the female glided through it disturbing all and any light that had shone down, yet had been casted away from the ground. Luminous blue optics had been the trigger that this, bird. Was not any ordinary bird. Infact, this bird - wasn't even the true form of the being. The cries of the dying was mere song in the tunnels of the bitch; it made her feel like a queen of the dead. Far more superior then the devil, himself. The flapping of her wings drew louder as she swooped in and glided over the male that released his tune, for all and none to hear. The white half body of carice was perhaps the only thing - besides her eyes that pin-pointed the location of the wretched animal. Her caw echoed and pushed through the misted ash, and bounced with vibration over the rocks and trees that had called this trash of a place home. As she let her talons brush along the canid, quickly, she took refuge in a tree, and, with eerie actions those endless, pupiless orbs locked onto his whitened; dirtied frame. Just a little while longer she'd play, before identity was shown. The raven moved side to side agaisnt its perched branch. While letting echo filled caws eminate in his very direction. It was said that all animals could hear eachothers voices - and the play on its limitations was amazing. With a bird, it was as if the voices played the air, rather then pouring from its beak. A directional mess, confusion exploding. What a delicious morsel, a being untouched by disease. Fetching, daring - tell me, male. What color do you paint the earth. As her questions rang from every which point, the wings of the raven stretched out and the bird made its first blink since landing. The bright aura of the blues faded and reappeared as fast as they had left. Pressing off from the branch she soared in circles. Evaluating the male she had spoken to only moments ago. Dropping down her talons grappled at his wings, pulled and released. After a few more circles she dove down and let her beak bite at his ear - what a nasty little bird. However, the more she began to circle the more lower she got to the ground. Making it obvious to the black smog that rolled off her body. The eyes had been the first to change. Dropping their blue, only to pick up a less natural and deathlike color. An amethyst gaze, glowing so deep it would send pups into hiding. The tiny body of the bird slowly began to stretch out as its wings bent and converted. With it once being silent the sounds of a wolfs paw broke out amongst the ground. Before long, the smog had cleared, faded. And with its absence left a lithe, ebony and ashen coated female. Marked with intricate markings that mirrored each other. Does he paint it red, in lust for blood. Or white, for a one man victory to show all that kindness, triumphs over evil. Carice grinned, perhaps in a more sadistic manner then normal. Yet, however. It only seemed to improve her these days. She'd been quite sure the male she stood beyond she'd seen, or smelt before. Her memory was keen when it came to scents. With a quick shift in position the female dropped rump to the ground and looked to him, with her head cocked slightly over her shoulder. Or, does he do nothing at all. Like a coward most are raised to be. She ended her rant, and sat there silently; waiting.

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qxavk4.png] With what little light shone through the canopy of dead trees a shadow passed over, casting an eerie shape upon the ground in front of Lucian. His cry stopped, his head lowering only slightly. Piercing yellow optics rose from the path in front of him to the cloudy, dusk like sky above him. A single black being flew above him and the world around him. A raven, easily said since they were much larger than the crows he was used to. From the distance he was unable to see the strangeness of it’s eyes but knew this was no ordinary bird of prey. He ducked once as it came towards him, auds falling upon his head at the caw that pierced his ears. As it grew closer was he then able to see the white that adorned it’s body. Strange, since he had yet to see a Raven another color but black as night. He watched the shape as it landed within a tree. He stepped closer, lifting himself up on the base of the tree so he may see just slightly better. The bird had the eyes of blue, while not prominent he knew they were usually yellow or black. The bird to held the white markings he had seen only moments before. He growled lightly as it made those annoying caws that were so common with death. Auds still held against his head as he watched it move from side to side on the branch, little to no cover allowing it shelter. Head cocked slightly at the speaking of the being, and amazingly in the voice of a female that he hadn’t imagined coming through the vocals. What color did he paint the earth? What sort of question was that even though it was simple, at least for him. He would paint it in red, in the red of blood. He didn’t respond, not now. He would leave the being to guess exactly what he would do. He pushed off from the trunk of the tree when the bird lifted off once again, his gaze never leaving sight. He ducked once more as she swooped down towards him, though was taken off guard as she pulled at his wings. He snarled, snapping at the air near the bird and spinning to get a faster release though she had done so before he had the full chance. He snapped at her once again as she came near his head, disallowing the bite to his ear. He stepped back as the smog came from her being, had this been a game? Did an actual wolf linger in that small, bird body? His head lowered, slightly, wings arching above his back as he waited for what came towards him. The blue of the birds eyes changed before him, changing into a deep amethyst color he hadn’t expected. The wind picked up only slightly, moving the smog from the female that now stood before him, black in color with markings that now explained why the bird had looked so strangely as it came closer to him. He chuckled only softly, sitting back upon his haunches to watch the transformation complete. Yes, he had been played and had been played good. The spirits around him laughed and whispered though he paid no mind. Her words were an addition to what she had questioned him earlier though in a form that was not quite this. Getting up only when he was sure she wasn’t playing any longer he tread around her, making one simple circle around her before stopping, his bright yellow gaze peering into hers, the scar beneath his eye fully visible in the darkened light, “The earth shall be painted in red, in the lust for blood. White unwavering as it tries it’s hardest to show through though fails.” He responded simply, turning once again, his back to her as he stepped slowly forward. He turned then, gaze landing upon her sitting form once more, “And what does thy lady paint it?” Speeeeech!

[CREEPSHOW!?]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2q8mqt4.png] The smog from Ixchel clung to the bitches bodice as if it were a cloak made specifically for her, the way it rolled around her curves and simply how her already night-lit amethyst eyes glowed into it. Her ears stood erect atop her skull as she listened to him chuckle, what an odd male. Never has she heard one laugh in such manners as he had done only moments ago. It had seemed now-a-days that the only people that were really only ever scared of her, were the ones whom didn't have a pack to protect them. Sad, really. Yet, then again not everyone around here knew about her habit, her lust for blood - and obsession with eating those of her own kind. Perhaps cannibalism was something meant to be hidden, painted away from the rest of the masterpieces. A butcher she was, without so much as a target to set out on. This one would do, at least for now. Unless he proved worth not killing, then she'd let him slide. She listened to his words and her ears dropped one at a time before once more standing alert on her skull. Tail rolled against the dirt, and dusted earth before she slid into a laying pose. Mn, blood. To watch all fall with such strong malice for others they had sworn to save, yet could not. They too turning the greened earth into a delicate shade of crimson and ruby. To watch the earths saviors attempt to turn all that has fallen, back into high-hopes even though they - themselves could not even begin to fix what has rapidly fallen. She whispered to him, that dark smile grew over her lips as she had added to what he'd said, then almost growled in force habit to the sound of everything clashing together. Simply picturing all the dead wolven bodies about her, blood pooling and rolling down hills; while the forest burned and cried, mourning for those whom fell, she would be there, laughing, enjoying the perfect scene. 'I, my lord she murred out, titling him. Shall paint it in every shade of despair, fright - and pain. The whole world will be red before anyone can attempt to stop me. My lust for blood is but almost to strong to control, mmn, it needn't be ceased As she looked to him out of the corner of her eyes, the female crossed one paw over the other and layed her head to join them. Waiting to hear, any motions that he would make or any sound of words he would emanate. She would never take a calming moment, on alert 'always' she wouldn't let her guard down, trusted or not. She couldn't even let it down when around her alpha. Granted it wasn't a lot, nor had it been recently. Word had made it that he'd taken yet another mate, and that she would soon give birth. Puppies, what a disgrace. Carice hadn't any of her own. Yet, even if she did - she doubted they would last to adulthood, her issues would get to the best of her. She would either massacre them all, or pick out the ones whom would most likely survive in fights. No weakling would strive, with a mother like carice. It is obvious, that the world has yet to scream in worry, however, they should start very soon - I'm quite hungry for blood and flesh she smiled and rolled to lay against her side, fronts tucked to her chest while her hind legs just layed there.

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qxavk4.png] He was indeed not a male of usual stature. He preferred the darker sides of life, even the female before him did not scare him in the slightest, not many things did in fact. He watched the smog dissipate fully, revealing her true nature though her eyes were enough to draw anyone in. They were mesmerizing, pools that led elsewhere besides the soul. He wasn’t one who needed a pack to protect his back, he had been through enough to get through just fine and even here he needn’t a pack. Though they shared one thing in common, their lust for blood though his lust often grew more so than with just the blood. It was true, he knew nothing of this fae but it didn’t mean he couldn’t get to know her just as well. As she lay down, he knew she felt no threat from him nor any from her. As she had been in her bird form had been enough of a torture in itself. He smirked lightly, sitting back upon his haunches, listening. His questions had been correct. She was another with a lust for blood but he figured it could be much different in her form, “Yes m’dear, blood!”He began, “While I have sworn not to save any, it does not mean the future may not hold the same meaning. It is in extreme betrayal for a promise to be unkempt as such only to see the likes of blood staining the earth at their paws.” He responded. He had yet to create any sort of promise to save anyone but himself in the form of battle though the future was uncertain, untold. Things could easily change in a heartbeat if given the chance and place. The smile that formed at her maw was enough to send shivers down his spine though his eyes only narrowed in response. It wasn’t hard to deny that his blood had begun to boil within his veins at the mere sight and sound of her. Her next words almost sent him into a panic of sorts, holding in the lust that fought it’s way free. Leathery tongue ran across his lips as he thought of what potential they could have. Yes, it was quite true that he could be a sex ridden male but with words such as hers, how did she keep the males off of her? How did she stop them from taking her as their own and doing what they pleased? He would have to find out for himself. “You and I m’lady are not much different for you and I share the same lust for blood or so it seems. While I do not wish despair upon anyone though fright is a much different feeling entirely.” He said, standing once again and shaking out his fur even though it was pretty much a lost cause with the mud that had caked upon his appendages. He began to move towards her though stopped. How would she react? He figured it best to stay at his distance, at least for now. He questioned though, what name had been bestowed upon the lovely fatal before him? “I question simply, what name may I call you by? It seems I have forgotten what manners were taught to me. You may call my Lucian.” He spoke, waiting almost impatiently in ways to what her name would certainly be. He could possibly be stupid for getting himself into this black widow’s trap. Had he fallen under some sort of strange spell and she would eventually lure him in and take his blood and leave him lifeless and bleeding? He was often to trusting of others at times though he hoped he wasn’t now. He had trusted others in the past and had only ended up being backstabbed therefore not trusting many even when it slid through the surface. He belonged to no pack, held no responsibility under an alpha’s rule therefore his guard was often limited unless meeting another as he was now. He would wait and see what this female had in store and it bothered him to no end since she played such an interesting game. He sat in the place he had come to stand when he had come towards her further. He watched as she fell to her side, resting even with the ground as mucky as it was. It was obvious she didn’t mind. Ears pricked atop his head as the silence was broken and her words had penetrated it again. It had been a long while since he had had the treat of blood and flesh as well though he yearned for the blood more so than the flesh. If he wanted flesh, he would simply hunt it for himself though the blood was never as good as that of a lovely female’s, “You are not a lone in your yearning for blood and flesh. I do not see why anyone would have to scream their worries for there is nothing haunting them..at least not yet.” His eyes flashed their brilliant piercing yellow as he spoke his last words. If only others knew what strange things could happen to them. Speeeeech!