So Cold [Private]

[Dane]

Dane padded silently through the dead forest, alone as always, his large paws leaving deep tracks in the snow. Powerful muscles rippled beneath his bulky mass as he moved easily over the terrain. His pointed ears stood erect and alert atop his skull, and twisted and turned to take in the sounds around him. If anything was coming, his acute senses would be able to detect them before they even knew they had been identified. Even if he did hear something, chances were he would continue on his way and ignore whatever it might be. more than anything, he hated confrontation. Since the death of his parents, he had forgotten how to act around other varg and had lost all sense of compassion.

Not too long ago, he had made a kill of rabbit and was none too hungry. Tonight, and many other nights as well, he was content just wandering aimlessly, with seemingly no purpose at all. Although he would never admit that his bitter life held any joy, the solitude and mystery of the forest at night brought a feeling to his heart he felt at no other time. If a varg were lucky enough to get past his cruel, cold exterior, and ask him where he came from or where he lived, and they were lucky enough to get a reply, Dane would say that he belonged everywhere and nowhere. He was forever a wandering kerl and it both made him complete and tore him apart. He was a puzzle, none were ever able to figure him out, let alone himself. Letting out a sigh, his hot breath spiraled around his strong face as he slowed his pace to a stop. He had thought he had heard something in the distance, and after reminding himself he cared naught, he was on his way again, slowly making his way across the miles and miles of forest.

[mitia]

The fae varg's swift walk began to slow and the fur along her spine stood on end as her black nose twitched with the scent of another varg nearby. Clenching her maw tightly she hoped it was not another fae. Kacia was not one to deal well with faemme varg of any kind and sometimes even male varg depending on the varg. Her breath quickened as her ears (one normal and one missing a tip) leapt to attention after being pressed against her skull in a sulking manner.

Any varg would know she was nearby as the wind changed directions frequently on this bitter cold night. The moon only a sliver in the sky left her eyes extremely visible orbs full of a longing that only she knew was lonliness. Kacia would never admit this though so instead she shook out her black and grey pelt, licked her maw, and continued to travel in the direction she knew the varg was although not intentionally. That was the path she had chosen to take so she refused to alter because of the scent of another.

Usually ready for a fight Kacia hoped it would not come to that tonight. Feeling quite moody as well as sore from the bitter cold wind this varg better not bring her trouble. Soon the stranger took shape, it was a male who was quite large, muscular. Within several yards of him she stopped simply staring, giving her maw another lick. She squinted in the dark at the male, letting her nose twitch to take in his scent better. She shifted her wieght on her cracked paw pads on the cold slightly snow covered ground wishing to be in the warmth of a den somewhere.

[Dane]

In the distance, he could hear another approaching. Maybe it was just a small lera passing through, he thought. Well it wouldn't have to worry, he had already filled his belly for the night and had no interest in anything until the feral beast known as hunger woke within him again. The wind had shifted directions again, bringing with it the scent of varg- a female. no varg in their right mind would be out in this weather, unless, of course, they happened to be a kerl. For the kerl were always wandering, and usually were not lucky enough to be blessed with a cave for shelter. The crunching of snow was now audible to his sensitive ears, echoing through the night with an almost overwhelming sound. He turned in the direction of the sound to see two glowing eyes, watching him from the shadows.

Some varg would have felt intimidated, even threatened, as Dane would have normally. Tonight, however, he was feeling surprisingly apathetic and simply stared back into the darkness, wondering if the femme would step forward and reveal herself. If not, that was fine. Dane was used to [and even preferred] not having company. Losing the opportunity of making an acquaintance was no for off his back, he would simply continue his journey into the abyss. His mismatched eyes stared blankly in the direction of the she-wolf, holding also a tinge of coldness about them that dared her to show herself.

[mitia]

Taking a deep breath of the crisp night air Kacia walked forward so she could see the he-varg better. Focusing hard on his eyes she looked bemused at his mismatched eyes having never before seen such a thing in any varg. Her nose twitched again and she swiveled her ears back to listen for an ambush although unlikely. Kacia believed him to be a kerl which made her feel more at ease knowing there was less of a chance of a fight. It was an odd occurence for the fae not to be in the mood to fight but tonight accounted for one of them.

The large male looked quite comfortable on the cold ground which made her feel a shiver down her spine. However the male varg's fur looked much thicker than her own which she envied in a way. Unsure what to say she simply returned his gaze while she thought of what to do or say to the stranger.

"Is this your territory?" Kacia asked feeling stupid for asking such a thing but she was determined to not engage in a fight. The sliver of Tor disappeared behind some clouds for a moment making her look toward the sky for a moment then looking back toward the varg unable to trust him but still feeling quite at ease around him which was also unusual for her. The day was thankfully almost to a close because she had been acting odd for last sun.

Looking deep into his mis-matched eyes Kacia awaited his answer with patience steadying her muscles as the wind blew a frigid breeze through her pelt making her almost produce a growl in her throat. Yet she refrained not wanting the male varg to think it was directed toward him.

[Dane]

As she she-varg stared back at him, he noticed the awkward expression on her face, probably due to his odd eyes. Many varg found them interesting, though Dane never talked about them for the sheer fact that he never spoke to anyone about anything. He stood there, his large, padded feet slowly melting the snow where he stood as he waited for the femme to beak the silence. Steam fumed from his flaring nostrils, giving him a supernatural appearance as he stood looking like a statue carved from stone.

Finally, a voice to match the eerie form hidden in the shadows. His ear twitched slightly as the question posed almost made him chuckle, but he held himself in check. Him? Possess territory? What a joke. He simply stared back at her with an unblinking gaze and opened his maw to speak. "No, it does not belong to me. I am simply trodding upon it..." The eye of Tor was blinded momentarily by the passing clouds, shrouding the two varg in darkness and giving an air of mystery to his words.

The harsh wind picked up again, stabbing like pins and needles, though Dane seemed unaffected. His tough hide paired with his thick coat shielded him from the unrelenting onslaught of icy daggers that flowed through the trees.

[mitia]

Kacia's heart bounded in her chest as the varg spoke back to her in such a mysterious yet sinister tone. Immediately she felt as if her and he may have more in common than she thought but she did not wish to jump to conclusions, to do so usually meant a vulnerability arised. That sort of situation Kacia would not allow to happen. With the cold wind still howling through her she sat down intrigued with Dane as well as to keep her body in a tighter space to keep warm.

Her fur blew about wildly though she kept from shivering somehow, once more weakness was not an option. She thought over carefully how she would reply to such a straight forward yet sarcastic answer to her inquiry. Kacia was sure she must choose her words wisely although she had a habit of doing so anyway. She twitched her nose again on the cold wind smelling only the male varg in the air at the moment, warming her insides a little instinctivly. She blinked her almond shaped eyes so the deep brown glowing orbs disappeared a moment before reappearing still focused on him.

"Then I suppose I may trod upon it too?" Kacia half asked and half told the male gaining a quizzical look on her face wondering how he would react. She cleared her nose of his scent for a moment sending a more visible cloud of her breath into the air around her making her almost squint to see him before it was cleared away by the howling wind. Several snow flakes now fell from the dark sky sending a flurry about them. Kacia watched one fall at her paws with disdain.

[Dane]

His seemingly blank gaze gave the impression that he was lost, or just not listening. Although, he had heard every word spoken by the femme, and was studying them quickly in his fast-working mind. After what seemed like forever, his expression finally changed, it may have been almost unnoticable to others, but Dane could tell he had fallen out of his stupor. "Do what you like," his words held little character as his black tail twitched from side to side. Snow spiraled about his face as he spoke, adding to the air of mystery about him. This femme seemed to intrigue him as he noted that they may have more in common than he thought possible.

For the first time, his gaze was not blank, but filled with ice that pierced the soul and froze the spirit. Mismatched eyes stared straight into the brown gaze of the femme, almost beckoning her to get to know him better and follow him throughout the forest, if not for a little while. With that last gesture, he swung his large body around and continued on the path he had set in his mind, large paws leaving their mark in the deepening snow. His actions seemed to both portray him as a saint, larger than life, one that should both be worshiped, and feared. Cancelling out this image was the portrayal of a demon, a monster, one who should not be reckoned with lest they meet their end. It was left for the femme to decide if she would follow, or stay behind.

[mitia]

Suprised with his actions yet also interested by them she let a slight smirk appear on her grey maw. Eyes narrowing she watched as the male varg began to quickly disappear into the white surroundings. The wind piercing her all over constantly made her pin her ears back again with an added apprehesion. What was she to do? Kaca already knew the answer though, she had to follow him, something in her commanded her to do so. So after a moment's glance up at Tor she was standing and sniffing at his large paw prints.

Giving a long sigh, sending the heated air out around her she began to trot along his paw prints, following his masculine smell. Before long she saw his body moving along in the snow ahead of her. With wide eyes glowing in the night she continued to follow him as if she were being pulled along by an invisible force. Tonight would accompany her odd day as well as mood but perhaps something could be gained. Kacia thought back of her previous pack and beta status but mostly all of her friends, the males of the pack that she would play with, nap with, hunt with, do everything with. She missed them more than anything so she damned Wolfbane under her breath for the morose thoughts.

Blinking she cleared the past from her mind and focused on the varg leading her to where she knew naught. Kacia quickened her pace on her sore paw pads so her face was about even with his haunches and his smell overwhelming her. Simply she followed him, waiting for him to make the next move whether it be to stop, talk, or keep going. His presence was all that seemed to matter at the moment.

[Dane]

((She seems obsessed with Dane! Cool! XP))

The snow was cold beneathe his paws as he trekked over the ground. Where exactly he was going, he was unsure. Would the femme decide to follow him afterall? If so, he would be content just wandering around, as he always did, but ths time he might have company. The sound of footsteps was now audible behind him. Large ears pivoted to pick up the light crunching of the snow. So she had decided to follow. A slight smile spread across his maw as he slowed his pace a bit, allowing her to walk beside him to they could converse. Since from the side, only one of his miscolored eyes was visable, the icy blue orb stared at her now as he spoke. "Do you have a name, femme?"

The wind was beginning to die down a bit, so he did not have to speak so loudly as to be heard over the roar. The eye of Tor shone brightly now through the trees, unobscured by the dark clouds that had hid her from view not long ago. His paws made a light crunching noise as his heavy-set body sunk a little in the snow with each step. His ears twitched, awaiting patiently the reply of the she-wolf.

[desdimona]

(I havent had time to read it all so just ignore the stuff that's like..... Irellivent )

A small black creature was fsstling through the indergrowth. her small paws making hardly any sound. Desdimona caught sight of her meal, a small gray mouse. Desdimona raised her ump into the air and sprang, claws outstreched. She just missed. She ran after the mouse, cursing as it was to fast. But i guess you could say luck was o her side. The mouse stood frozen with terror at the sight of the oher two wolves. Des took her chance and sprang at it again. She landed in a heap on the floor. The mouse got away. She grumbled to herself and stood up. As soon as she saw the two wolves, she went up to Dane and started to sniff around his paws, her tail wagging. She looked up at him.
"Did you see where my mouse went?"

[Dane]

Out of nowhere sprang a dark varg, a pup to be exact... She ran over to Dane, circled the two varg a couple of times, and then sniffed at his feet, as if looking for something. He lifted a paw in disgust as a snarl formed on his maw. "No, I have not seen your mouse," his voice was harsh and full of disdain for the young pup. He hated cubs already, and the fact that this one had intruded on his 'conversation' with the femme, didn't improve his attitude much...His off-set gaze pierced into the face of the cub, showing that he obviously didn't want her around and that she should be on her way.

((I think this was supposed to be a private thread Sorry 'bout that.))

[mitia]

A rush of excitement surged through Kacia at the varg's interest in her name but with it came the shadow of doubt that any male varg would find her more than just a friend. She tried to clear the thought of her mind, afterall she had just met him. To help snap her out of this twilight thought the strong scent of a fae pup fired in her nostrils. Before even setting her dark eyes upon the fae her mouth curled back into a snarl which rumbled deep inside her throat.

Every muscle tensened and her eyes focused on the black fae as it circled Dane's feet presenting an even stronger disdain within her. Each hair along her toned body bristled at the young naive pup's actions which doused her fire to fight with kerosene. It mattered not that the fae was only a pup, to Kacia every fae was an enemy. Life taught her all too soon that fae's were not a varg to be trusted and only this helped her understand her own lonliness. If she could not trust a fae then how could a male varg?

Kacia simply awaited for the fae to do or say something before she acted out further. Perhaps follow the male's lead in what he chose to do. Ears pinned back with pure hate gleaming in her eyes she stared deep into the soul of pup wondering how she would react. A part of her ached deep inside although she was unsure why at the moment so she refused to focus on it but instead buried it deeper within herself.

Without blinking she continued to focus on the young fae, not even glancing at the male. Feeling a the hurt dig deeper made her snarl louder until she snapped at the fae's maw without intending to do any damage but rather scare her. Perhaps it would be a lesson learned to be more careful around strange varg which let the hurt subside slightly. Kacia realized she really was a mess at the moment. Too much hurt at once was the ailment, the cure, she didn't know.

(Oh and I don't mind if it's open unless you do.)

[Dane]

((Eh, I would prefer it private, I just forgot to label it...))

His large ears flattened against his skull as he glared down at the fae with great distaste. He was not a varg to be reckoned with, especially by a cub such as this...And for what, a mouse? Another perfectly good conversation that could've lead somewhere- ruined. And he still didn't know the name of the femme who stood by his side. She seemed equally as displeased as he did...

His hackles rose, though he knew the fae presented no physical threat, he still wasn't happy with her presence. Black lips curled back into a menacing snarl as he spoke in a deep growl, "Look, as you can plainly see, we're a bit busy here. I was actually trying to carry on a conversation, when you came by, the Little distraction that you are, looking for a mouse? There are plenty of lera in this forest, and hundreds of mice, so why don't you just skedaddle and go catch yourself one, somewhere else..." his words were full of ice and hatred for the young fae, and he hoped his nasty attitude would convince her to leave the two varg alone. To add to her fear, he followed Kacia's example and snapped his powerful jaws in front of her young face, almost taking her little black nose clear off. That would teach her to interrupt strange varg...hopefully she wouldn't need any more lessons from him, lest he turned violent.

[mitia]

Kacia's intense glare wavered to look at the male which made her abandon her growl and snarl to a more sly smirk. She simply turned her attention away from the little runt fae and with a nudge to the male's side she trotted away from the rancid smell of fae varg. Unable to leave with no words uttered to the naive pup she spoke an icey tone over her shoulder.

"The next varg may draw your blood. Be thankful..."

Once more glancing at the male varg she turned and continued to trot along her even hotter breath curling out in front of her as she panted in agitation. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself knowing all to well that there would always be someone to interfere or cause her pain. With ears still against her skull she continued on and decided to speak her name although not totally sure the male was near enough to here she felt confident that he was.

"Kacia. Said to mean thorns..." she was sure to include the meaning whenever she introduced herself as if it cemented her as an individual varg. "And you are?" Kacia asked the male whom she was not almost certain had to be right at her tail by now.

The crisp night hair filled and emptied her lungs with each pant and relaxed her from the previous encounter with the fae. It smelled of winter without a hint of spring as well as the cold snow which continued to fall gently around her in the forest. Perhaps the world was not intentionally cruel, it was sometimes to beautiful to think it was even if the air froze her nose or paw pads. She would see.

[Dane]

He was, needless to say, pleased that the femme shared his dislike for cubs, especially this one. She had an icy tone to match his own, and no doubt an attitude to match. He smirked smugly at the femme as she spoke her cold warning. Letting her have the last words [as he felt they were most effective], he gave the runt one more glare before turning to follow the femme. The only thing that remained of him before the pup, were his large pawprints where his feet had melted the snow.

As he followed, his hackles finally lowered and his muscles relaxed a bit. His large ears perked up at the sound of the femme's voice, it sounded as dark and to the point as his own, and did not dismiss the lonliness that he was sure she felt deep inside. "Kacia.." he repeated, "That's a pretty name. No doubt it reflects your personality..." He was caught up by now, and was trotting alongside her. "I am Dane, said to strike fear into others and warn them of my disposition." Light flakes of snow continued to fall from the heavens, pulling a thick blanket over the forest and coating the varg in a fine powder.