Bloods In The Air [Dax]

[Eternity]

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The air surrounding the abandon lands were ghostly as if souls were watching you. The houses of the humans had all collapsed into piles of wood and debris. The land was old and rotting some of the scents was molding flesh. It consumed the landscape. Ancient dolls and toys from human cubs were widely spread across the land while dishes that humans ate off of lay in broken pieces that could easily cut into the fragile skin of a varg. White flashed past the trees in a blur sending the Lera in a frenzy to find shelter. The figure was ghost like and it took residence here. Some Varg had spread a rumor that the white was a ghost of a Varg who was killed and pinned on the door step and lingers about for revenge on the humans.

Tree limbs that had fallen to the earth cracked as the white figure padded quickly around the forest edge. The golden medallion around its neck was shinning the wolf eyes on it a bright blue. This meant the figure was in more of a happier mood. It raced by like lightning though the day was beautiful as Fenris shown high above in the sky. The white shadow had finally slowed down to a halt standing in the middle of the settlement. It revealed that it was a she-varg and she was indeed not a soul sent to get vengeance on the two-legers. The ivory colored fae sat on her haunches and swiped a chewed bone that was clean as could be and laid down starting to chew on the material.

It tasted of nothing. Not even the blood that had lingered on it the mourning the fae went out hunting and caught the Herla leg that had been eaten off already. This white she-wolf wasn’t one for Tor and Fenris but praised Wolfbane. Indeed she was twisted and hard to get along with she too had a soft spot for something. Cubs. She adored them and was one who taught them the legends her pack told and she was also one who had taken care of them as they were still small. The light colored fae was far from light though. Her soul recovered her dark past and the betrayal that lie in it.

Suddenly her ears pricked and she dropped the bone. Something is following me. She thought to herself as her lips began to curl back and low growls began to erupt from her chest. Whoever sought out the femme was a very brave loner or pack member. Though the scent that danced its way to her nostrils did reveal that it was a male and he had just encountered a femme. A phrase from her pack flashed through her head calling her back to her cub hood. ‘Though Your Soul May Set in Darkness, It Will Rise In Perfect Light;’ a soft gentle voice began. Though the fae seemed like she was falling into a black abyss this was when she was still blind. ‘I have loved you all to fondly to be fearful of the knights.” She spoke to her and the other cubs she was in charge of.

Though when the ivory femme was born it was only one month after her parents were murdered by their own pack members. Her parents were brave and gentle and kind though that was weakness in the drappa’s eyes. The dragga was no more than a lay about. When the news traveled to the white fae she cried for days and wouldn’t leave the den. The drappa had then taken her into her care and had been lovingly raising her. That is how her soul hadn’t risen in perfect light. She was raised in perfect darkness and brought up in evil means.

The darkness of the abyss was retreating as Fenris blinded her. Her blue and gold eyes looked away and focused once again on the forest edge where she had heard the noises. Her snarls had receded but small growls still escaped her maw. “Come out and show yourself coward!”[/color] She spat out standing proudly holding her head high eyes searching for the Mann that intruded into her land. The eyes on her medallion were changing to a deep dark red that meant she was irritated. In a bad mood the white femme wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. Her bright blue eye twinkled and her only amber eye sparkled. “Come out or may Wolfbane force his wrath onto you!” the ivory femme snarled waiting for the Mann to come out from his hiding place.[/color]

[Dax Ehzno]

The abandoned settlement. It was not such a much a 'settlement' anymore as it was a moldering piece of land, fraught with despotic undergrowth and laden with haunting memories. Still, it was only midday, and Fenris' orb was still at its zenith, swathing Transylvania in warmth. Spring had only just begun, but one could already see the positive effect it had on the land: the barren grasses and trees were beginning to take on reckonings of life, and while rain was not uncommon, it only helped the previously-hibernating flora to thrive and flourish. The ruins were not so foreboding when they weren't cloaked in shadows, and so the wolf that was currently nosing about the dilapidated structure; one in particular had piqued his interest: it had, at one time, at least, been a house of sorts; one full side of the building was still standing and there was a partial second present. Still, the roof had fallen in Tor-only-knew how long ago, and moss and ivy had long since seized the abode. Two-leggers, humans, did not have any particular appeal to the mann; he had heard of wolves coming into friendly contact and even being raised by them, but he himself had only had ruinous encounters with them; less than a moon's cycle ago he had been forced into a little spar with a human's hound when a hunting party had almost overtaken him. Since then, he had been careful not to stray too far from well-known boundaries, but the scents that lingered here were of lera and Varg only, and neither of those heeded danger.

His name was Daxton Ehzno, and he had been there for quite some time, quietly snuffling in the grass. Once or twice a dormouse had scrabbled under his paws, and so he knew that there were a decent amount of lera about, but it had only been a short while since his last meal and so he wasn't feeling the irritating pang of hunger yet (though his appetite was large, even for a wolf). Daxton, or “Dax”, as he preferred, was rather large, as height goes, with his withers probably an inch of two above the average. He had a lush pelt, based with silvers and laced with a tawny hue, though this quickly transitioned into a rich red along his shoulders and back, down his hocks and ending in a bright ginger tail. His underbody and the smooth tufts of fur about his features were a paler, creamy tan, and his rather short muzzle was the same ivory gray as his base coat. Despite this thick pelage, it would become obvious to an onlooker by his svelte movements that he was not burly by any stretch of the imagination on the contrary, he was quite lean, though this was mainly a lithe sort of muscle. His legs, nearly too long for his body, carried him in an almost-effiminant manner (simply because such grace is uncommon in males, especially ones as old as he, for Dax would be turning five in just another season or so) across the grass, raising his head every few minutes to scan the treeline. His eyes were an extraodinary cerulean, a trait quite uncommon in wolves of pure blood, and directly below them were little half-moons of charcoal fur.

Twice now he had falsely started, thinking that he had seen a slip of a phantom, or something of the like; it was always out of the corner of his eye, a little ivory blur. It had only taken him a moment to realize, however, that it was, of course a wolf of flesh and blood, for ghosts do not have tangible scents and this one was quite obviously a drappa. And so, both times he had shrugged it off and continued his little excursion, incredibly intrigued with his surroundings. Still, in the end his curiosity had been satiated, and, with a contented smile, had angled back toward the forest. Little did he know, however, that the wolf he had seen had seen him too (though, admittedly, he had gone to no great length to conceal his presence). Dax had not been able to get very far when a sharp voice rang out and his ears pricked, tail rising instantly. Coward? he thought to himself with a snort. Really? Still, he gave an audible sigh and turned back around, flicking one ear aside in annoyance. Padding the few remaining steps to the treeline, he continued on until he was closer to the fae, blue eyes vaguely bored.

She was ivory, with a strange star-shaped marking on one of her eyes, which were gloriously bi-hued- one cerulean, like his, and the other amber, reminding him of two other drappas that he was quite fond of. About her breast she wore a strange medallion- Like Ryku's bangles, he thought to himself with a smile, though this one was far more disturbing. But, unlike his favorite drappas, this one wore a snarl (a most uncomely look on any wolf).

Daxton's own proud head was raised, as was his banner- he was not excessively dominant, as Kerls go, but was not about to let some obviously younger drappa think herself any better than him. Letting his scrutiny go for a moment, Dax offered her a small smile, though his tone was rather monotone. “Can I help you with something? If not, I believe I'll be on my way.”

[Eternity]

ooc: sorry its short muse was running out

The opalescent femme watched the Mann curiously. She had never before seen one like him. “Yeah, what’s your name?!” she commanded growls howling out of her chest. The fae’s lips curled back showing off her white fangs. As she stared back at the Mann she padded a few steps closer though careful to keep her distance. Her ivory ears pinned back to her head. A laugh was building up in her chest as she stared at him, though she caught a memory that was floating in her head. Again she was floating into an ebon abyss into her past.

Black swirled around her as the memory became clearer. This Mann had brought back the memory of her dear friend, Betia. He was her only friend she had in Danoda though he had horrid cubs. Though she loved cubs he had one ebony cub that was annoying. She was too kind-hearted for the pack and wore amber bangles around her ankles. The ivory femme didn’t really remember her name though she thought it was Ryku. The stubborn pup left the pack at a very young age and was surely dead by now.

Betia had loved her a lot but the femme always convinced him she was too weak and so he denied her the right of food. It may seem cruel to most but that’s what it’s like to live the life of the wild wolf in Transylvania. The white fae could care less if she was alive or well. The swirling ceased and she was again staring back at reality. She was again staring the Mann back in the face. It had seemed so long ago when it was really only seconds ago.

The sound of roaring laugher filled the air and the edges of the abandoned area. It turned into a small howl as she lifted her head to the sky. When she dipped it again the eyes on her amulet changed to purple which meant she was partly amused, and partly angered. “Well now what are you doing out here all alone? Don’t you have a pack to worry about you like all good little varg?” she stated mockingly voice raising higher eyes never leaving him

[Dax Ehzno]

Daxton was feeling slightly nettled by the fae's demanding tone, but, then again, she was a drappa, and a young one at that, and since his encounter with Snowflame he was trying to control his temper when it came to irritation. And so he advanced on her as well, making well sure to maintain his signals- tail high, head up, eyes keenly alert. The queer femme laughed, which surprised him, and he looked at her quizzically, complete lack of concern having yet to fade. Still, a name was a name, and if she would like to know it, then she would have it. “My name is Dax. We're not about to play one of those silly games where you refuse to tell me yours, are we?” As more thoughtless phrases tumbled from her jaws, Dax rolled his eyes as he stood, far taller than she. “I suppose I'm out here all alone because I'm clearly old enough to fend for myself. And, no, I'm a Kerl for the time being. What about you? Skulking around here like you own the place? Don't you have some irritable god to go worship or something?” He was mimicking her now; he hadn't taken kindly to her tone, though his crossness was noticeable only through his voice.

Above his sloping hindquarters his tail was lashing side to side, cerulean eyes glinting. “Now that I've given you my name and statement of purpose, and you have yet to do so, you can either do the same, or this conversation is over, drappa. I don't know who you think you are, but no one in this land is going to submit to your beck and call, especially not until you lose the attitude.”

[Eternity]

As the ivory fae watched him she started to pace back and forth feeling unsettled by the Mann. Her bi-colored eyes searched him up and down looking over his features. An evil grin spat across her maw and her eyes sparkled evilly. Her booming laughter filled the area again at his remark. “No, no I’ll tell you my name and you will remember it for all eternity for it will slowly work itself into your bloodstream and poison your heart.” She hissed scornfully at the dragga. “My name is Eternity or if you will Nity.” Her voice rang through the lands. A scent suddenly drifted off the Male. It was strangely fulmar to the fae. It smelled of a faint female who she had known long ago. The sweet smell drifted into her nostrils as she started to drool from the mouth. Nity’s ears pricked and her pendent’s eyes turned deathly orange meaning hunger. “So I see you have meant a cub by the name of Ryku or am I wrong? The black cub I once told stories to.” Eternity hissed from her maw growls of amusement flowed from her chest.

Her white teeth flashed white in Fenris’ rays. Shrinking slightly from his huge size she stopped pacing and stared at him. “Well dragga maybe you should get a home because men still come out here. At anytime they could jump at you with their dogs.” She mocked snickering at the male. “And don’t insult the god I worship for I do not mock your gods, Tor and Fenris?” Nity answer cunningly smiling at the Mann. She had never really had a conversation with another varg but she was enjoying this. She had started to pace irritable now and glared at him.

[Dax Ehzno]

Eternity began pacing, amber and cyan eyes glinting at him, though he merely held her gaze as she eyed him with a distinct scrutiny. As this undue perusal continued, however, his own gaze finally narrowed, voice hard. “See anything you like?” His words dripped with sarcasm, but he couldn't fathom why she would continue staring at him- he was making no moves, his intentions were clear, and he had told her twice now that he had been leaving to more familiar territory when she had so rudely intercepted his obvious egress. Once again the fae's grating voice seemed to heckle the air and he simply lifted a brow, a smirk drawing itself back along his features. ”Poison my soul, eh?” he said, voice rather amused. “Personally, I've never heard a name of such a tangible state that my body absorbs it, but I suppose I'll enjoy the experience. Afterall, it's good to try new things.” Who did this drappa think she was? Wolfbane's daughter? Dax eyed her as spittle dribbled from her ivory jaws and she brought up Ryku, a fae he knew rather well. His hackles prickled just a bit; he had been told before that she had been abused and the rather gallant side of him was rearing up, though he kept his imperturbable state. “Yes, I know her. She's not so much a 'cub' anymore; she's probably your age or so.”

Eventually Eternity stopped pacing, which greatly lessened Dax's heightened wariness. He liked wolves that leaked with uncertainty to be standing still. At her words, Dax bit back a chuckle and shrugged. “I can assure you that I am more than a match for a human's hunting hound, Eternity. I've fought them off before, with the fae you talked of, actually. It's not hard to outrun humans. And here? You must have a terrible sense of smell; there haven't been humans here for months in the least. And no, you're not mocking 'my gods'; I'd be lying if I said I devoutly worhsip them. Your words have no sting.”