A World of Regret (Open)

[Zwi]

((OOC, sorry its kind of shorter then usual, I'm a little rusty.))

The Weather was becoming warmer in land known as Transylvania, the green beginning to reappear along with the pray. Offspring popping up here and there, soon to take over the land. Food would soon be bountiful; the hunters would no longer feel the sting in their bellies of the hunger that came with winter months. The world was rapidly growing alive, and would soon be in full swing.

Well, almost. Nestled in the heart of the flourishing landscape, laid the forever dead remains of human dwellings. A group once lived here, but for reason unknown to the varg, they all left, leaving behind them a small footprint. A footprint many varg would find strange, but not one. A golden varg who lay at the center of the print, a varg who wished she was dead as the dwellings she lay amongst.

Zwi, the golden varg named for her strange markings lay lifelessly in the fresh grass, heart and mind sunk into a deep depression. She was sick of the wild, and she hadn’t been in it a whole year yet. The stories the old kerl told her seemed so wonderful, she was elated to be free from the confines of that barred yard. But the truth she found here was not what she expected. She had only met a few varg since coming here, and has been little of them. And the one wanted to see the most she had run from, and unable to find since. She didn’t know why, but the absence of this varg left an absence in her heart, a hole she didn’t know how to fill. The once lively fae now did nothing but mope around these ruins. Her once warm eyes, now frozen and cold moving about slowly.

‘My den would lay here. The tree the birds liked so much would be about where that post is. The food thrown from the door would fall about there. And my little girl would always stop and call me about where that fallen branch is.’ The words were only in her head, half hearted thoughts, trying to remember the landscape of her home. She missed it. The feeling of safety mistaken as the feeling of being trapped. The easy meals, those scraps thrown to her and the fat rabbits in her yard, yet the ease of the food always left her feeling jittery, in need of exercise, she even missed that feeling. She missed her Girl. The strange human child who would come to see her, would talk to her and stroke her head. It was a strange action but left her with an oddly good felling when she did it. What was the girl doing now? Had she come to hate her after the bite? Zwi didn’t mean to bite her that day, it was a mistake, one that would have cost her her life had she not escaped.

She sighed and shifted, curling up, trying to hide her head in her paws and under her tail. She didn’t want to think about that now. She didn’t want to think of anything, but her brain rejected that idea. Instead it was going to go from one bad topic to another. The crimson and ebon Varg. The one with the brilliant blue eyes. The one she wanted to find but had run away from not long after meeting. The one who left her feeling so strange, so out of her element and lacking in energy. Would she ever see him again, and be able to apologies for running away? She wished she could go back but she knew she could never go back to her girl, or back to him.

Instead she would just lie here, and see what time would bring her.

[boreas]

Ooc: I hope you don't mind me joining in. O:

Boreas the Destroyer[/b][/size]

The weather was growing increasingly pleasant, the chill of winter being chased away by the arrival of spring. Although winter brought about death, something that the varg admired, he had to admit that it was a bit tough on the body. The pads of his paws would crack and bleed and his coat, not capable of growing to a length that would keep him comfortably warm, allowed the chill of wind to bite through to his skin, sending him into a fit of shivers. Spring was the perfect season. It was neither to hot nor to cold, the temperature falling between a wonderfully comfortable range. The idea of new life dampened his mood, however. He neither enjoyed nor wanted to witness the earth’s rebirth from the deathly clasp of winter. He hated pups and their whimpering whines for attention and love. The only good thing about spring was the new born fawns, the only time he was able to get his jaws on a good meal. They were weak and easy to slaughter. The rest of the year he was forced to survive on meager meals of scrawny rabbits and whatever small rodents he could catch.

The lean male paused, his coat, a mixture of grays and whites strangely well kept for a kerl. He took pride in his coat. No matter what, he would always look his best. Even if he were to die today, he would look good doing it. Warm pumpkin colored eyes narrowed as he studied the strange landscape before him. As he neared the area, he had felt a strange sensation settle over him, as though he should skirt the place and continue on. But he found that half his heart was drawing him to it. It was to curious looking to pass up. He lingered on the edge of the settlement, though he knew not what it was only that something had once dwelled here, that much was obvious.

Pinning his ears back in mild irritation, he stepped forwards lightly, lowering his head to nose about the grass half interestedly. Perhaps he would find a mouse nest. The helpless pink babies made the most wonderful snack. Instead, he found not the scent of mice, but a strangely familiar scent. It was a fellow varg and from what he could gather with his keen nose was that it was fresh. He lifted his head, trying to peer more closely at the area, trying to pick out anything that might be hidden from view. In the distance, he saw something glimmer beneath the rays of the light. He thought perhaps it was just a stone in the distance, but as he moved forwards it became obvious that it wasn’t stone, but a living creature.

Shifting his light weight upon his narrow paws, he pondered over his choices. He could turn and disappear before he was notice. He could attack the slumbering canine, though from his point of where he stood, he was unsure of their build. He could tell by the strong aroma that it was female and he felt his heart lift. He could hold his own against some female. That would be easy enough. But he again, felt hesitant. He was in no mood to fall into a skirmish. He could not risk injury when he still had some ways to go before his journey was complete.

Suddenly, he realized that he had not yet learned if the canine was even alive. From his position, she appeared lifeless. Winter had probably been too difficult. The thought of winter claiming yet another victim lifted his normally dreary outlook and he floated forwards as though he wasn’t even touching the earth. In truth, he probably should have been born a female—his body lean and sleek, his legs long and gracefully. However, it only made him more perfectly suited for running. As he neared the canine, he skirted around her, dark eyes narrowing suspiciously. As he watched more closely, he could make out the faint rise and fall of her side, the clear sign that she wasn’t, in fact, dead. He wanted to sigh and curse his luck, but instead, he composed himself and spoke; his voice raspy and sharp, though strangely captivating. ”You lay there like that for much longer and you are liable to end up mistaken for carrion.

[Zwi]

((ooc: Sure, it's no problem that you join! sorry this is a little short and blah. I'm not used to having to play a grumpy character. and it's a little late, I was sick. =( ))

Zwi could hear the mann approaching. Although at that moment she did not know the gender of the varg, only that one was coming. She could hear him, she could smell him, and oddly enough she could feel him. Maybe it had something to do with her vulnerable state. Her senses were on guard even thought her mind wasn’t. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that she had temporarily claimed this land as her own, and any varg should know when another set paw in it. Neither ideas made much sense, but as she lay still there with the strange varg approaching, it was all her mind was capable of thinking. Better then thinking about all her mistakes, which had been her prior thought process. What did he want any way? Didn’t they know that one should let sleeping vargs lie? She wanted to growl to warn him off, but she knew she wasn’t threatening, and with her luck the most her throat would muster would be a whine, adding to her feeble state.

His words almost didn’t make it to her ears, his raspy voice getting lost in the nothingness. What perfect words for her situation. They forces a huff from her, the sound escaping her maw somewhere between a snort, snarl and a laugh. “I should be!” she snapped back, not entirely sure the reason for her hostility. What happened to her happy self? The one that jumped into rivers and followed strange smells. She was gone, ran away in the opposite direction her body did, probably never to return. She hoped that was a lie. She wanted it to return. Just… not now. She adjusted herself, wiggling to curl into a tighter ball. “And my state should be none of your concern!” She half hoped that that would send him away, but the other part of her wished he might stay. Perhaps company would do her good, Or make her worse. At this point she didn’t care much. Or did she?

She was so unsure right now, she had no idea why her mind kept thinking in pairs of opposites. Had she gone mad? She repositioned herself again, suddenly uncomfortable in her ball. Stretching out her legs, and neck, head resting in the ground, but not looking at the Mann. She was only there for a few moments before tucking her feet under and rolling her hips so she rested on her other side, but again she kept her head away from the mann. But not long after settling, even that annoyed her. She just couldn’t relax with him here. She wasn’t sure if it was the varg himself, or if she didn’t want company at all, but the irritation released from her in a snarl as she stood and paced a bit before settling in another spot not far off.

“Why did you come here any way? See what you thought might be a dead creature and decide it might make a good snack?” Why was she talking to him, hadn’t she just told him to go away? “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you,” she continued, despite her previous though. “But I’m not dead yet, and I’m not a very good snack, so you can just go on your way” She glanced over quickly to see if her words fazed him any. The glance was very short, not long enough to make out the color of her yes. Eyes that normally would have been warm and inviting, but were not frozen and sharp.

She huffed again, repositioning herself for what she hoped would be the last time.

[boreas]

ooc: Thats perfectly alright! I can understand. Mine isn't any good so I apologize for it. Blah. I feel so out of it today and I just rambled on.

Boreas the Destoryer

The simply colored male remained strongly rooted to the spot where he stood, pumpkin eyes narrowed ever so slightly. There was a coldness to them and even a hint of insanity, but he remained cool, his outward appearance that of one in a relaxed state. He had watched the female closely, eyes resting on her sides, watching them rise and fall with every breath. He said nothing more as he waited, mostly because his mood had dropped since his earlier run in. The female had been amusing, but her personality had been irritating and boring and he had gained, other than a little chuckle, no real entertainment from the encounter. It had been disappointing as he slipped away into the undergrowth, not only with the run in, but with that fact that he had walked away without having made contact with Wolfbane. At the thought, the male tore his eyes from the female and cast a baleful glance towards the sky.

He blinked back down to the female when she spoke, though her words meant little to nothing to him. He shifted his weight slightly, his tail swaying slightly to the side boredly. For a moment, he allowed silence to settle over them once again, forcing the urge to pounce on her from mind. Finally, he gave a slight smile, twisted and michevious and spoke, his raspy voice slightly lounder then before, but still it was anything by warm. “It isn’t my concern. I was merely making an observation. He floated forwards a step, the fur along his spine bristling slightly, but not enough to be taken as a serious threat. Instead, he laughed, a strangely warm sound that didn’t suit him. When he gain turned his eyes upon the female, they were different. No more did they appear cold and vicious, but instead, they where soft and thoughtful.

Boreas watched with slight interest as she attempted to resituate herself, though it appeared she could find no real comfortable position. He allowed a hint of a smile when she snarled and stood and paced and once again settled down. He allowed the distance she had set to remain, feeling that if he were to step forwards, he might push things a little far. He was still in no mood for a fight, though again, he had run into a female who he felt, would be no challenge. Again when she spoke, he kept his gaze, unwavering, on her, though he had taken on a slightly shocked and hurt expression. “Eat a fellow varg? How absolutely barbaric. He gave a disgusted snort, turning his head away from her. “I am insulted. It’s wrong to judge someone before you’ve actually met them.

He glanced around to study the area with mock interest before turning his gaze back to the female. It was obvious that he would not be persuaded to be on his way so easily. And now knowing that his presence was irritating to the female, or at least it appeared, he would most likely linger longer then he had planned. Oh how he enjoyed tormenting others. Dipping his head slightly before once again, allowing his raspy soft voice to drift out between parted jaws. “I am Boreas, a simple kerl traveling towards the mountains.

Again, the grey wolf cast a critical glance around him, taking in the overgrown grass and the strange sense that lingered over the area. It was strange, but what the place was, he could not figure out. He wondered, halfheartedly, if it was another place where the Dark Lord had dwelled, but he quickly shoved that thought from mind. There was no way he would have lowered himself to such a degrading state as to live in a place like this. Only the castle or the tops of the highest mountains would ever be suitable for him.

[Genocide]

(Hope you guys don't mind me popping in)

By now you should know everything you say
Can and will be used against you some day

The weather was warming now, it was a rather calming effect to be sure. But as usual this area had dark grey and angrily rumbling clouds rolling over the once blue skies as though denying the right for the area to have the rich sunlight of Fenris as he ran across the sky until his mate would take over. Yet somehow plants still grow here, weeds mostly, but plants none the less in any event of the matter. Burrowing Squirrels scurried among the undergrowth in order to find food to feed their new kits.Heavy paw falls parted the grass as he moved along, the peltage of sick bloodstained crimson back and a dark ebon belly and muzzle made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the grey and green of the area around him.

Tired and perhaps a little dull royal blue eyes traveled over the slowly withering landscape.. he knew that this place was slowly dying... he could feel it in the soil under his paws. There was not enough sunlight to support even many of the weeds here and most of them had died away in the winter months despite the plants usually being as hardy as a brick. But like a brick, if you whacked it enough it would break and break well. Normally he would never make such stupid observations about the world around him, his usual foul attitude was not present but presenting a more calmer and perhaps tired version of this cannibal. Tail swinging a little he couldn't help but let a smile curl his dark black lips.

The whole reason for his 360 change in attitude was simply due to the fact was that Genocide was not in control of the hijacked body like usual. No the bulking monster had eaten his fill a while ago and fell asleep not too far away and, sensing a chance, Jack took over the body without hesitation. He considered it great luck that the beast had no clue of his existence yet.

Slowly he continued on, crimson paws marking the loose soil with large paw prints and sending up clouds of dust. But it wasn't long before he spotted the long ago human settlement, he could hear the place let out a groan as many of the rotting bricks moved and creaked in their place before settling once again. For a moment he considered going around it... many things lurked there even after the humans had left. But a sudden wind caught him off guard and a familiar scent brushed over his nose.

Ebon ears perking Jack set to sniffing the air rapidly, royal blues widening in sharp surprise "Z-Zwi?" he murmured to himself, he remembered the fae, the only one who was not put off by either his hulking size or his bloodstained pelt. He remembered what happened the first time he met her... the memory haunted him often. She had run from him... he wasn't sure and he tried to chase after her but it was a vain attempt for, being bigger then her, he had no hope of keeping up and she slipped away from him.

But he soon frowned as another scent made it's way to his nose, this one being Mann and smelling of nothing more then danger. Instantly the bloodstained fur along his back bristled and stood while his lips curled up in a low growl "Zwi..." the murmur was said in worry and quickly he bolted for the ruins, hoping he wouldn't be too late...he felt something bad could happen if he just left... and he was too worried for Zwi to even think of going around.

Entering the ruins Jack took a sniff of the ground and steadily followed the scents of both Zwi and this unknown male, trying to keep his hackles from raising again when he caught wind of the mann. Soon enough he spotted them, watching as Zwi snapped at the other male... obviously she was not in a good mood. Swiftly he began to trot toward them, crimson and ebon tail swinging back and forth behind him like a metronome, he could only hope this situation wouldn't lead to something chaotic.

I got the microphone so don’t go too far
Cause I’m gonna tell the whole world how you really are

[Zwi]

((ooc: sorry if this post is lacking, i'm in a bit of a sad mood. ))


The noise that escaped the fae was unrecognizable. The closest tag that could be placed upon it was a snort of some kind. She seemed to be making a lot of noises like that for some reason. Had her weakness of mind turned into an inability to speak and make recognizable sounds too? At this rate she would be a mute before the sun set. And what senses would follow? Sight? Sound? Smell? She would definitely be taken for dead then. Unable to feel or know the world around her, she would stay in this spot then unmoving and really taken for dead, and when the scavengers came to pray upon her, she wouldn't even have her screams to scare them away.

“I was not calling you a wolf eater, don't flatter yourself!” The last part was probably confusing to any one but here, but to her it wasn't entirely insulting, after all he was one, and this varg did not compare to him in any way. “I was referring to the pattern of my pelt, and how it, along with my stature resembles that of a herla.” She really did. Her long legs, and graceful movements. Well, usually graceful. Right now she wasn't right, every thing about her was not what it normally was, maybe that's why the saying seemed to odd to him. “It wouldn't be the first happening.” she assured him, as if he deserved the gesture. She had to pause, the conversation was bring her mind back to him, just what she didn't want. She couldn't understand her infatuation with him, and this uneases her. How could a varg be so attached to another she barely knew, that her whole life would seem to stop the moment they were gone?

She never had a pack for proper teaching, and there were a lot of things in this world she did not understand, but she did not need this varg giving her lessons in etiquette. “Ha!” she shot out. “Every one tells you not to judge, but then turns their back and judges! I'm saving my energy by not preaching what I can't keep to.” The mann even introduced himself, giving an illusion of civility, but she could see right through it. She met a true gentlemen wolf once, she knew what they looked and sounded like, and it was not this liver tongued demon. She could hear the inconsistency of his voice, how it grew warmer, no doubt trying to suck her in and make her feel comfortable. But if he would introduce himself, then she too would play nice and tell him who she was. “And I am Zwi, current owner of this patch of land you are standing on. If you are making your way to the Mountains, then go, and make your way there. Leave a howling fae to her lonesome.” she tucked her head next to her feet and under her tail again, drowning in the pathetic feeling she had. It was strange, he remembered feeling it once before, but the feeling was not hers. It had belonged to the little girl...

her memory took her back in time. Her little girl was howling, face turning red, water seeped from her eyes, and she exerted the strangest sense, a feeling that made the heart heavy, forcing Zwi to creep towards her, whimpering. She could feel what she only knew as sadness poor out from the girl. She got closer, closer, nudging her with her nose. The girl did not stop her noise, just reached down and grabbed the fur around the fae's neck. Zwi's ears fell as low as they could go as she reached her head up to the girls face, licking at the water that poured from her eyes. It was strange, it didn't taste like normal water, there was a strange taste to it, and she could not place it. She came back from her memory, she felt as if her eyes would poor that strange water, but they didn't, they never had, and she was sure they never will. It was another strange human thing.

What was that? Suddenly she could sense another, coming from the opposite direction. Was this an ambush? Was he only here as a distraction? Is that why he would not leave? If it was she was ready for it. She did not move from her spot, but she was ready. Her eyes locked on the area she was sure the varg was coming from. He would come into view soon...

soon...

soon...

She could see his form start to emerge from behind one of the structure in the distance. Strange, he looked some what familiar... large, dark, yet bright at the same time. He came closer, that pelt. She could see it clearly now, but she still wasn't positive until she saw those eyes...

Her head bolted up, ear erect faced in the new mann's direction “Jack!?”

[boreas]

ooc: I apolgize for the post. I know its not my best and its short and sorta...blah, but my muse seems too have a bit of a headache and isn't working with me.

Boreas the Destroyer

For the most part, the female’s words fell on deaf ears, soft orange eyes drifting to the sky to study the intricate ribbons of clouds looming just overhead. For the most part, her ramblings meant little to him and he found himself growing bored. The gray male shifted, obviouosly listening to not a word that escaped her jaws. He cared not what her coat looked like or what she thought about him. Opinions from others were absolutely nothing to him. Words were nothing but expelled air from the lungs with barbaric sounds from vocal cords within the throat. If only he could sever the cords within the female’s throat--- he could finally have some peace and quiet. Boreas realized suddenly that there was an intense, sharp pain between his eyes and her voice, to him, sounded like claws grating across stone and it was doing nothing to settle the pain.

Finally swinging his head back around to stare boredly at the female, he replied simply to her statements.”You know, I rather like it here. I think I’ll stay.” He allowed his gaze to drift once again, taking in the surroundings. It was less then beautiful, but he felt like being a nuisance and he could never pass up a chance to get under someone’s skin. He allowed his gaze to drift back to the sky, wondering idly what Wolfbane’s lair in the mountains looked like. Perhaps the female was lying. Why did he believe words from a creature of such a crushed spirit? He wanted to snort and laugh at himself for allowing himself to actually take her words seriously. What did she know of Wolfbane? What did anyone truly know of the Dark Lord? He was nearly certain that the majority of the wolves the claimed to be the children of Wolfbane were far from such an honorable title. He himself, was nothing of the sort, merely a loyal follower.

Boreas flicked an ear, noting that as the silence stretched, the pain in his head slowly subsided, but instead of the pain, an itch had surfaced along his side and he craved to scratch it. However, he remained still, his features relaxed and his body calm. Though just as the itch was becoming unbearable, the gentle sound of paws against earth drifted to his keen ears and he swung his head about, eyes narrowed in the direction of the approaching creature. What he saw bothered him little. Another male—the last he could remember encountering was a lumbering giant with little brain to speak of. This could be a very similar situation, but Boreas did not allow his mind to jump the gun on judgments. Instead, he eased his position around to face the oncoming while all the while, keeping a keen eye on the female to his side. The male was an interesting mix of colors –though interesting, Boreas found it less then frightening. To him, it was a laughable display of creation. A ghost of a smile flickered across his face, bright eyes gleaming ever so slightly, but he offered no greeting other then silence.

[Genocide]

Such a strange incident now. This wasn't exactly the conditions he was hoping to meet up with Zwi in again. But slowly his ebon ears flicked forward in slight acknowladgment when the she wolf called his name as though stunned to see him again. He would have called back to her but his royal blue lanterns flickered to the male next to her and instantly his auditories flicked back against a bloodspattered skull, obisiden pupils narrowing sharply. This male was no good, something about the air around him stank, it reeked of deciet and perhaps hate. Scowling he slowly crested the slight hill from where he had been standing and slowly moved toward them, paws sinking into the dusty soil.

Something would happen, he had dealt with a demon in sorts, not literally of course... but then again any wolf could be a demon covered in nothing but fur and a sweet smile. Slowly he approached, eyes flickering from Boreas to Zwi and instantly his gaze softened just slightly. Though her presance helped him settle he would not remove his guard around this one, to do so may cost him or even worse it would cost Zwi. Smiling softly he approached the she wolf and gently brushed his muzzle against her own in a soft greeting "Hello Zwi....It's.... been a while." he murmured quietly, settling on his haunches next to her. But soon his eyes moved back to the male and his lanterns narrowed sharply once more... it was like a skunk hiding in a wolf's pelt. Something about this one sent a wave of disgust through him... slime. But for the moment he would remain calm, keeping an eye on this young male "And you are?" the question was asked stiffly, showing no warmth or friendliness... something told him this one could not be befriended.

But then he paused and black ears flicked back, his lip curling up a little bit before he questioned coldly "No, better question." he muttered, staring at Boreas with glaring royal blues "Why are you bothering Zwi?" he wasn't here true but he could have told by the earlier expression on the femme's face that she was becoming angered by the male in front of her. Something about this one peeved him off. He didn't know what it was but something about him drove him crazy, and not in the good manner. But it wasn't long before he figured out what it was.

He had that cocky and slightly smug look. He detested that.