The Devil's Friend [Private]

[Nocturnia Diiore]

Rocks cracked and crumbled beneath the great beast's paws as his heavy, malevolent stride shoved mountainous rubble and brush from his path. He studied the landscape around him with sharp, steel-blue eyes - he was unaccustomed to the rocky environment, yet still he felt somehow at home. Presently, the massive kerl wandered the deserted packland called Frecne, a bare, highland territory which hadn't felt wolves' paws for years. It was harsh, yet any creature who came here could thrive, for the place was fed and kept healthy by mountain springs. Even through the winter, the springs flowed strong, and though its taste was fresh, it was twice as cold as the ice it had swept from its higher properties. He knew not how he'd made it here, but the place made him comfortable enough to settle down in for a while. As he approached one of said downhill waterways, clouds of mist snaked themselves from their liquid prison, a thousand tiny droplets clinging rudely to his pelt. The male could only hold off the barriage of freezing waterdrops so long, and it was in an almost hesitant fashion that he drank deeply from the stream, closing his eyes as the icy vitae stung and numbed his throat. Immediately, he regretted his decision to drink and he danced away from the rough flow, trotting on until the guarding mist no longer chased him.

Eventually, he came to a hollow dune of snow, nestshaped with an opening at the top, sheltered by a cluster of thick pines. With immense relief he made his way under them, trudging through one of the thick walls. The bear-sized varg was well-hidden here, his obsidian fur matching the pines' dark shadows which covered the hole and ground around him. Those who wandered near would not see his frame at all, but the snow strewn loosely over the solid terrain reflected over those freakish eyes of his - they would see only a pair of silvery-blue orbs, appearing to glow from its dark surroundings. He glared out, watching both bird and beast wander by. Had he not been settled and comfortable, he'd have collected himself a supper.

Eventually, the ebon-furred bastard felt the silken blanket of tiredness slowly fall upon him and, after peeking from his makeshift cave and checking his surroundings, he allowed it to drape calmly over his shoulders. The male succombed to sleep quickly and in moments was deep in slumber. There was no better way to discover Nocturnia than to stumble upon his dreaming form.

[Ayame]

The ebon fae continued to her trek over the rocky terrain, her large paws drug on the ground sending the smaller pebbles and rocks running slightly ahead of her. Ayame hailed from the mountainous lands of List, the mountain dwellers. They were said to have one of the worst times during Wolfbane’s Winter with the ice and snow conditions and the lack of food. This is why the ebon fae had left, she was in search of food for her pack but so far she had been left empty pawed. She shook her head back in forth, determination filled her fiery hues, and she had to find something to bring home to her family.

Ayame was not a small fae by any means, she was larger than any fae she had ever met, and larger than most mann varg she came across. Her ebon pelt was downy soft because of the time of year and very dark, the only color on her pelt was the flame-like scar on her left neck to shoulder that she received from her bloody battle from the Deorian Drappa. Her orbs were a fiery orangey-red and at this moment they were scanning the terrain, looking for any sign of life with no luck. A deep sigh escaped her maw; it was going to be a long day.

Lifting her muzzle to the sky, her fiery hues saw the thick snow clouds above and snowflakes began to flutter to the ground. A low growl of frustration seemed to erupt from deep within her throat. She noticed a heavy layer of pines to the left and decided she would rest and then look one again for food for her pack. As she made her way slowly to the thicket something caught her eye, a nice plump rabbit; she began to stalk, her body was low to the ground as she crept closer and closer without being noticed, making sure not to make a sound. Then when she was close enough she sprang for it, the chase was on, dashing back and forth not missing a step, and Ayame was gaining on the fluffy hopping lera. As the rabbit when left she went right in hopes to cut it off, she had no idea that something much larger was sleeping in the darkness of the thicket, right in the path she was taking to her next meal. The rabbit did just as she thought and hopped right back to her, as she was about to leap and pounce on the helpless lera, when she collided with some unknown black mass, she went flying over it landing hard against a tall pine tree; when doing so snow that had collected on the branches plummeted to the ground covering the ebon fae in a blanket of snow. Ayame shook her head back and forth trying to make the stars disappear from the collision. “What was that” she barked to herself. Little did she know it was a devilish bear-like varg that most would do anything to avoid, she herself might have, but it was as if she was destined for her to collide with the devil himself.

//Sorry for the wait, and the "eh" post, but they'll get better I promise.//

[Nocturnia Diiore]

[Ohmygod I'm so sorry for the delay. I'm back now! x.x]

He was comfortable, the snow walls around him holding heat and keeping him at a pleasant temperature. Each second pulled him into a deeper state of sleep and visions of man, Lera, and dead Putnar began to dance through his dreams. He licked his chops and snarled in turn, slavering as he slumbered, the pearly stuff freezing upon contact with the snow below. As the day wore on, the temperature began to drop and a light snow started, landing softly atop the thick layer of settled white. The massive varg shifted about, finally resting on his back, head sideways. That sick saliva continued to drip down, jaws hinged open by relaxed muscles.

And suddenly, Nocturnia was hit violently from the side, involuntarily rolling sideways as he was struck. A thick heap of snow fell from the tree, disturbed by the she-wolf's rude contact. The beast opened his eyes but saw only white; he was understandably confused, and upon making a gasp, he found his lungs locked, body refusing to pull in that precious gas which no life could survive without. Just as he thought he was going to pass out, the mechanism holding his lungs unlocked and he began to cough and sputter, stumbling out from his ruined hideout. He blinked, trying to fully come to awareness, waiting for the world to stop spinning and the snow to stop blinding him before he searched his surroundings for the cause of the rough jolt. Eyes immediately locked onto Ayame and a terrible snarl erupted, cutting through the thin winter air like a freshly sharpened razor to the vein. He walked slowly over to her until he was but feet away, towering over the fae, imposing and intimidating.

Black lips stayed taut and raised, horrid teeth gleaming between. "Do you want to die, you little bitch?" He barked, furious, "Is your life so bloody terrible that you've got to go interrupting cannibals?!" With a roar, the midnight lupine shook his head harshly, holding insanity back with obvious effort. "ALL I want," Nocturnia eventually continued, reasonably upset, "Is, for once, to be left alone. It's impossible with you obnoxious Common Varg biting at my heels." He deeply growled his last words, his eyes almost.. desperate. Desperate for what? Solitude? But though mad he may be, can anyone truly desire isolation?

[Ayame]

Still laying motionless, trying to gain her composure again, she tried to focus on what she could have possibly collided with. The snow that snow covered her large, ebon body rose and fell frantically with her erratic breathing as she tried to calm herself and attempt to catch the breath that was forced from her lungs as she hit the tree hard. Blinking her fiery hues disappeared and became visible again looking at the heap of snow that caused her collision. It was starting to move, tilting her head to the side with her ears perked, “that mound of snow definitely wasn’t moving before.” She growled to herself. Just as her breathing was returning to normal, and ebon monster exploded from underneath, saliva dripping from its snarling maw causing the wobbly ebon fae to jump to her paws. A low growl emitted from deep in her throat and the fur down her back began to stand on end. Her tail was raised somewhat high as she braced herself for whatever happened next.

A ferocious voice penetrated her auds causing her to growl more, this varg needed to calm down, they both needed to calm down before things got out of hand, and had a chance to turn bloody. “I am sorry you feel that way, but I had no intention on disturbing you.” Her body still ached from the same encounter, “Trust me the last thing I wanted to do was go flying and land hard against a tree, losing the only possible meal I’ve seen in days.” The fur on her back began to lower and the growling came to a halt. Lowering her tail slightly, she looked at the ebon mann once more. “I also apologize for destroying your once warm makeshift den, now if we are done here, I’ll be on my way.”

Ayame stood there, still ready for any attack from the obsidian varg before her that seemed like he wanted to rip her throat out. She felt no fear after the initial scare of him jumping out at her, for she did not fear death or anything that caused it. And she had met plenty of unpleasant vargs since her time in Transylvania, she was a member of List who held plenty of them, and their alliances with the Balkar only proved that there would be more confrontation with such evil varg. She began to ponder if this mann was perhaps one of the Balkar, his size and attitude definitely fit their standards. Taking in a deep breath, her wet, black nose twitched back and forth, “No, he does not carry the scent of the Balkar, or any pack for that matter, he is a lone kerl, and that is how I should leave him.” She thought.

In order to return to her home she would have to pass by the large, ebon brute. She slowly began to step towards the mann, “I must pass you to return home, so do not take it as a threat to you, I am merely doing what you wish, leaving you alone.” She continued to creep by, always keeping her fiery glare on the monster that she had disturbed only moments ago. Something intrigued her about him, but it was obvious that he was in no mood to chat, so maybe if their paths crossed again, she would find out what intrigued her so, for now she would leave him to his solitude.