Hello Beasties {Open}

[Soldier]

Faded paws flew over the ragged land sa the form clung mostly to the shadows, or what little shadows there were. Fenris was at his peak, showering the land with little warmth as the chilled winds blew with no mercy over the terrain. The ground had frozen slightly and what little snow had fallen turned the ground into a slightly soggy mush. The marshiness clinging to any type of fur it could. There were not many clouds in the sky, but the ones which were lurking somewhere near the east were laden with more wintry weather, not good for one without somewhere warm to stay.

Soldier had not heard of these lands before. Something odd seemed to cross her mind about them. They were a mess, and there was hardly any lera about to kill. Land slips seemed evident as the churned ground was almost at the bottom of every imaginable hill. Also some of the trees were stripped of bark and were naught but a charcoal mess from fires. It seemed like this place was a natural disaster magnet, a great place to come to on your first visit into Transylvania.

Her sleek agile form came to a slow halt on some harder ground, more like frozen mud that ground but it would do, out in the open of a small marshy area. Her muzzle rose as her velveteen nose carefully traced the air for scents of any others who were exploring these abandoned areas. She could tell they were no use to any packs, the dens which had been homed to these varg were crawling with insects and collapsing. Bluish green eyes searched the land for any signs of activity, anything at all would spark her interest to investigate. But for now, all she had to do was to wait.

{*Does a first thread dance*
Anyone to join, just come along and post!}

[+Blood Dagger+]

The soft crisp air was never felt in these dead lands, and yet even a grave had some sort of life to it. Lying beneath a blackened tree south of where the nearest varg no lera stood, was a massive creature of amber browns and golds. His tassle swayed over his thick paws, his triangular ears flicking slightly in his sleep.

"Jag! Jag Help!"
"murderer.......Murderer......MURDERER...."

A snarl creased his cream colored muzzle, and his brow furrowed in slumber. A crow from above, just passing through, knowing no food lie in these forgotten lands cried out to the outter lands beyond the mountains, as if begging for there to be food for it's beak to munch upon. That cackle of a cry, woke the slumbering male, his shining orbs of amber gave a dull shine, before a few blinks from his sleepy lids cleared his somewhat blurred vision. A passing breeze, no doubt looking for greener feilds to play with, set loose a few strands of scents that it had gathered along the way. The usual suspects of charcoal, dirt, ash and decay played with the male's nostrils, before another much sweeter scent aroused his curiousity. There was another varg in these lands..

Standing on all fours, his nose in the air, the large mann began a thudding trot through the muck and leftover bramble of the abandoned Frecne, his tail swishing softly behind him. His large strides and long legs made quick work of the vast expanse of forgotten territory, and soon enough, his nose rewarded his eyes with the owner of that curious smell.

"Good Day to you..." his baritone words were gruff to the ears, yet at the same time they held a gentle warmth, hidden by a dark past. He would say no more to the fae, standing nearby just in case she was not as friendly as he....

[Soldier]

Her hues and auds on alert, she studied the landscape until she could bear the sight no more. The wind sliced at her paws as she turned to look for some shelter from the bitter eastern winds, the looming clouds coming ever nearer, threatening to unload their burden upon the earth. Her form had not yet moved when another scent quickly arose, fresh and strong. The scent of a mann, her ears perked forth upon her small dainty crown to give her a better advantage of hearing what he had to say.
His words sunk into her foreign form as she waited to see if there were any actions to back up the deep notes, this mann was the first varg she had met since her journey through other areas and past many different packs. Some welcoming, others not so much. He did not reveal his name as of yet so she just waited some more moments before she revealed her own words to him.

"Greetings, Friend..."
Her accent was obviously that of a foreign upbringing, her blue green eyes gazed across his strong body, he was a great outmatch in weight and probably in strength, but Soldier didn't get her name for nothing. Her maw raised slightly as she took in his scent and processed it sloightly within her brain. Faded paws shuffling against the frozen ground as the first of many white flakes began to fall around them.
"What is your calling?"
Though being foreign, Soldier had not forgotten her manners towards the dragga, her words soft, but not weak, they had a firmness threaded between the syllables as she stood before him. Alert and waiting for his next move.

[Roanoke]

{Hope you guys don't mine my joining in on this thread.}

Eyes of white glowed against their black backdrop. Those pristine optics glistened as the western demon looked at the scene that had been layed out before him. A fea, young, one of pretty but common colors, her bone structure told Roa that she was a runner, swift and strong. The man, looked to be Roanoke's size though a shade smaller, but he seamed to make that up in muscles, though any other facial features could not be discerned from the ebony male's current position. Calloused paws treaded lightly as Roanoke moved from his vantage point to the lower muck of the the abandoned pack lads. Though he did not know this had once been the home of a pack that had long since died, Roa was new, fresh from his travels from his old home, the British Ilse.
Black fur draped the western demon, thick and coarse it was for the winter, adorn by nothing but his slate colored nose and bleach white eyes. His cloak hid him well in the shadows of the dead trees. But his breath gave him away. Every time he exhaled a hazy fog leaped from his nostrils in to the freezing air. Yet he trudged through the heavy duns, snow clinging onto his coarse midnight black fur. With great care, Roanoke securely placed his emotional mask on, and padded into the clearing. Taking a breath, Roanoke let his voice box sound loud and clear. His gentleman's mask concealing all of his emotion. Hello fellow gentleman, and my fair lady. The speech left his maw but it did not close, instead it's corners curled and gave a crocked smile that would send most faes into a brilliant blush. Roanoke's white eyes flicked back over to the mann. Common courtesy from his old home, would tell him to lower his head in a graceful bow right about now, so Roa set one leg forward and lowered his front end into a bow that was meant for dukes and duchesses. Roanoke did not know if this land held titles or not, but the western mann kept to his teachings and lowered his head.

[+Blood Dagger+]

(I don't mind in the least bit Roanoke, your more then welcome to join us. )

Her muzzle had parted and out came the sweetest of sounds, yet it had an accent to it that was foreign to the autumn splashed mann. His coat billowed quietly, and a light shake was given to it to rid the bristling figure of the snowflakes that may have inconspicuously fallen and rest upon it's tips. His tail gave a gentile sway, lightly nodding his head in silence, a warm smile on his face, even though it was shallow.

"My name is unimportant, and therefore, irrelevant. It should not co-" his words were silenced in a mere heartbeat. A quick dodge of his ear was given, and his amber hues gave a soft gleam. Not of fear, for the mann knew not the definition of the word. And yet, a perplexed expression came to his face. His muzzle turned and almost out of the shadows themselves, came a figure of ebony darkness, eyes of pure silver like Tor's brilliant rays. The scent of the kerl varg drifted teasingly into the autumn colored mann's nostrils, sucked in to the deep reservoirs of his muzzle. His hackles began to rise, his fur slowly standing to attention in the frigid air. Although this other mann gave the appearance of a gentleman, worthy of behaving, the autumn brute knew all too well about masks vargs could wear. He himself hid in the dark and the shadows of the world, confining and banishing himself to a solemn existence, for a criminal past where the blame had fallen to him.

As the pitch male bowed before the fae and brute before him, Jag took it upon himself to step forward. His tail instinctively rose to that of a dominant position, yet he knew not the kind of thrill a Dragga would have had. He stood at this moment, taller then the male before him, but that was because the ebony male had respectfully begun to bow before the fae and himself. A brow softly rose, observing this strange behavior but Jag merely let it slide. He also spoke with a foreign tongue, so Jag assumed this ebony male was following his own customs. A light cough was given, merely to clear his throat, before Jag spoke again.

"Who are you stranger" He growled, his voice a deep baritone luster "What business do you have here?" It wasn't as if Jag wished to ignore his new aquaintance fae, but he also felt the need to protect the fae, from any possible danger that this dead and barren land may withhold. Including this new male, and himself if necessary...

((Blargh....x.x''''' So bad...Sorry...))

[Soldier]

Audits flickered as she awaited any answers from the brujo whom stood in front of her. Deep sea eyes watching his actions and noting any details that he threw to her. Carefully stepping sideways she took on an angle which showed cleared her way if any attacks were made, just a safety precaution that she took each time whilst meeting newcomers.

As he spoke back, but not revealing his own name, like she would have expected him too, he stopped mid-sentence. Though his words sounded quite harsh upon her auds, the smile which accompanied it seemed to lighten the tone. But once again, the reason why he had cut of his vocals, b ut just moments later another foreign scent was blown upon the breeze which brought the burden of snow. Her gaze landed upon an interestingly large brute that strode from the trees edge toward them. The thing that her mind first thought was that this male was not one to mess with. Her dainty head turned back to Jag, awaiting to see if he would continue what his explanation.

But no reply came so her head slowly returned to the ebon brute whom had started to speak, his tone rough and his rugged smile afterward causing a wierd sensation within her chest. Something told her this mann was also a charmer, but not all advances touch upon Soldiers heart. A note within his speech told her that he was also a foreigner to these lands, one from farther West than her own homelands. But this did not matter, maybe he had traveled almost as long as she had.
The wind shook her sleek fur gently as she shook her pelt out to rid any pesky little flakes that landed upon its faded hue. Her pelt had not thickened that much as she was used with the harsh winter weather back home, so she looked even more petite than any usual fae that walked these lands.
More words erupted from the autumn mann as he interrogated the coal pelted one on his business in these areas. The words once again seemed harsher than necessary and Soldier wished she could pipe up her own tone to but in.
"Greetings my friend.. She intoned to the dark male before turning her head slightly to glance at Jag.
"I do believe this is a Roaming land. I detected no trace of Packs within this vicinity."
Her tone had not changed from her soft melodic tune. But something within her words radiated indipendance, and there being no need of protection from anyone. Her own small smile crept upon her maw as she watched the two, keeping both within her gaze.

[Roanoke]

His mouth closed as fur covered ears flicked in the direction of those who spoke, neither giving their callings. This intrigued Roa, it was customary in his land to say your name after being greeted, but then again theses were not his home lands, nor was he dealing with his olden customs. These lands must be a bear to live in if it was so dangerous to with hold your own name was a requirement. With a grace that would have been unbecoming for a mann with Roanoke's eminence structure, if it were anyone but Roa himself, the westernized male raised his head and shoulders. His paws receded and white eyes went over the orange hued mann in a single quick glance, though his eyes lingered on the raised tail. Did males here get satisfaction for showing their dominance? Or was this autumn soul strutting his stuff for the silver fae to see. That thought drew his attention back to that sleek faemme. He was right, she was a runner, now that Roa was closer he could fully profile this female. Thinner fur than the other mann, but thick en ought to satisfy her need for warmth, nicely trimmed muscles, long lengthy legs, and her coat held a healthy sheen, all were set with great car on the petite fae. Roanoke did not need to look back over at the mann, for he had gathered all he need to know. A smirk raised the demon's corners of his delicate mask. A sense of overprotection of others even when they clearly did not need it. Roanoke felt the snow and disregarded it, it would be impolite for him to shake his pelt out and shower his companions with extra snow. Again his jaws opened, showing sharp but well used teeth, but Roa did not do this to show any sign of threat but to speak in those haunting tones that were becoming of him, phrases popping in his head like rain. I mean no harm good sir, and I am glade you see me as a gentleman, lovely maiden who needs no escort. He liked the idea of keeping his calling to himself until they would piratically demand for it. Roa let his word echo off of the dead matter, and let his eyes settle on the mann who had not been named.

[+Blood Dagger+]

(sorry this is so late, been a bit busy)

The auburn in his coat gave a soft sway, as the words were passed between the she-varg and this newcoming male. With each syllable passed, it was clear that Jag's need to be here, was unneccessary. He had always seen himself as a protecting spirit, with the need for watching over the other varg he encountered, esspecially the faes. Perhaps it was a lesson he taught himself, after having been accused of murder in his past, he saw it fitting to be the protectant to any and all around him. And to guard against suspicious characters, such as this ebony mann.

"I apologize, I did not mean to offend miss." he replied softly, his amber eyes unconsciously looking her over for a moment, before turning away to meet the gaze of the gentlemanly ebon male. She had looked alot like his Seline, when he had been younger, and a small flash of his torchered past flooded back to haunt him silently in his subconscious. He missed her ivory coat, the way she smelled and the flow of her words...

All at once, he regained where he was, having snapped back from his past memory. His amber eyes gleamed in silence, at the stare the ebony male gave to him, his tail shifting back and forth quietly. Well, he didn't want to continue talking to strangers like this, so he chose to break the silence.

"Well, if we are to speak further with one another, as more then just a passing aquaintence, then I'd prefer to know you by name." His reply was soft, and in a fluid movement, odd to see on such a strapping male, his rump fell to the ground and he sat quite comfortably before the silvery fae and the ebony mann. "I am dubbed Blood Dagger...And you two?" He inquired softly, his baritone vocals a much calmer tone then they had been before. Obviously, he didn't want to fight with this male, it had just been a natural reaction to protect the female he had just met. His tail curled easiliy around his limbs, and his amber eyes looked back and forth between one and then the other, awaiting a response....


((blech...so bad...sorry again for lateness))