Viewer Descression is Advised [P- Nocty]

[Capella]

Above, the sky was a swirl of colors; oranges, reds and pinks. The colors chased away the darkness of the night and as the moon had plunged behind the horizon, the sun peeked above the crest in the distance. Although spring had settled over the land, there was still a crisp chill during the evening. A soft gust rippled the tall the grasses, making it look strangely similar to the soft rolling waves of water. It was here, with the strong sounds of falling water roaring in the distance, Capella stood, head tilted back so that she could gaze at the last of the stars before they disappeared. How peaceful and serene the land was during the time between night and day. The animals of the night had already slipped back into their homes and the animals of the day had yet to awake. For a moment, she felt as if she were the only one on earth.

In the distance, the first life began to stir, the soft chirping of the bird floated to her sensitive ears, bringing a soft smile to her face. For a moment, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, listening to the sounds of life as they began to wake. Once against he was no longer alone. As she stood there, still and unwavering, she could hear the birds flutter close by, chirping to one another and completely unaware of her presence. Slowly, she lifted her lids and peered down into the tall grass, watching as some male bird, a species she was unfamiliar with fluttered about, showing off his brightly colored feathers to a more drab and boring looking female. It was clear that she was interested, yet she played hard to get. It was only as she lowered her head to peer closer at the two did they finally take note of her. For a moment, everyone remained still and then the male flittered angrily into the air, chirping his curses at her as the female silently disappeared into the distance. When she was clear, he too disappeared, chasing after his beloved.

Sighing, she gave a soft shake of her head, golden eyes shadowed with sadness. She gazed longingly after the two birds, whispering softly, ”Not everyone will eat you, little ones. I only wanted your company.” She gave one last glance after the birds and turned away, slim graceful legs setting her into motion once again over the lush beautiful land. Her paws fell softly against the earth, leaving only scratches in the dirt from her claws as a sign of her passing. She had angled her path towards the sound of roaring water, her interest peeked. At the first moment of hearing it, she had wanted to see the waterfall. The female had an interest in beautiful things—taking the time to study them and take in their true glory. She was a creature of such beauty. She was slender and lean, her body toughened by the life that she had led. Food was not as easy to get for a lone wolf—she had to rely on small game and young animals, such as fawn to keep her sustained. Her coat, however, was something she took pride in. It was a gentle mixture of hues, starting off with a dark almost black along her spine, tapering into grey along her sides and then turning into a soft cream along her face and underside. Upon her muzzle was a distinct scar, a sign of the hardships in life. Her coat was wonderfully kept, clean and soft in appearance. It was the one thing that she did not skimp on.

Capella came upon the roaring waters, pausing a distance away, intimidated by the size of the waterfall itself. If an unfortunate creature were to fall in the river of water above, they would have no luck escaping. All that awaited them was a painful death at the bottom of the falls. A slight shiver racked her graceful frame but she pushed the dark thoughts from mind and stepped forwards. She was already at the bottom of the falls at the lake. There was nothing to fear. If anything, all that awaited her was a cool drink from the lake. Silently chiding herself for the foolish fears she had, she moved forwards, dipping her head low and lapping at the cool waters. Refreshed, she stepped away, settling herself upon the cool earth to watch the surface of the water. All she saw on the surface was her own reflection. What she saw disappointed her. She was nothing she had once been. Thinner and in her opinion, uglier. The life of a loner had not been a pleasant one. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest as the memories flooded back into mind. With a shuddering sigh, she attempted to recompose herself. Things would be better soon. She had left the company of a fine male she had met only a short time ago. A male that had stolen her heart when she thought there was nothing left to steal. She felt a great sense of emptiness having left his side, but they couldn’t spend every waking moment together… She wondered curiously what Dax was up to—if he was worrying himself like he normally did. They had settled in Deor and so far, she had found no reason to dislike the territory or the pack for that matter. The other wolves she had met so far where pleasant and a joy to be around.

She had promised Dax she would be back at the den site before night fall and that there was no reason to worry. She was just taking a stroll to learn the land and have some time to herself. Sighing, she shifted her golden gaze back down towards the water, frowning at her reflection. Hopefully, being in a pack again would allow her to fall back into her original weight. She had been, at lease in her eyes, pretty then. Not as beautiful as some of the females she had seen, but pretty.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

[Awful first post, truly. My excuse is that I'm rusty with this character. Yes, that's it. Rusty.]

As the Transylvanian dawn approached, the gentle tune of nighttime slowly grew into a morning chorus, an avian symphony to the sun. But whilst the shadows began to dwindle, the wicked went about their daily routine of seeking shelter from the burning eye of Fenris. It seemed only seconds before the thousands of Spring dew beads were evaporated, leaving newly-grown leaves and grassblades alike with a bright, healthy sheen; the forest would mature out of its dormant winter state soon, plumping the landscape and fattening the resident Lera. But for now, the territories merely grew hotter, leaving the living to suffer until their thick, cold-warding pelts were shed.

One varg in particular was having a difficult time with the changing seasons - the infamous, obsidian-furred murderer, Nocturnia. He lurked just a short way from Capella, hulking body struggling to find adequate shade, his own pelt thick and heavy as the Sun God mercilessly began to pull sweat from his pores. The beast's lips were taut in an irritated snarl as strong legs carried him onward, weaving his way through the young brush. He wouldn't pant, he couldn't, he refused... After all, to pant at Fenris was revealing weakness. Nostrils were working with fervor, pulling him towards the soft, cool scent of water - a small series of recently-melted falls accompanied by a secluded pool, overflown with thawed winter ice. As he slowly strode towards his destination the bear-like monstrosity's mind was awhir, attention lax. He pondered often nowadays, meditating on his position in life, whether he was happy, and what was to become of him among other things, often interrupted by a violent fit of growls and otherworldly roars. To Nocturnia, these fits were sure signs that Wolfbane was not pleased with his work - indeed, the black behemoth had been slacking, his progress plagued by loneliness and even depression. He missed the pups he'd adopted so long ago and needed, more than anything, a friend.

But the onyx male was stopped in his tracks as a wolven scent crossed him, female, young, sweet.. tainted with a hint of Deor; whoever this little bitch was, she was a perfect target. If toying with a fae didn't help his sanity, Noct was surely doomed to lose himself.

Massive head reared high as the oversized Varg nearly crouched, stalking onward in a most cat-like fashion, a slight attempt to hide himself. Large paws placed themselves ever-so-gently upon the tender grass below, steps muted as he drew ever-closer to the feminine scent. Sharp, eerie eyes, pupils forever contracted, stared ahead and appeared to glow in contrast to that inky pelt. The mature trees abouve cloaked Nocturnia, successfully veiling the mad bastard. Eventually, he stood just behind a dense thicket, the sides of his maw twitching as silver-blue sights settled upon the Deorian she-wolf. A thick dribble of slaver slipped from his chin when teeth revealed themselves in a hellish grin - and there he waited, eyes narrowing at the fellow lupine. She was half his size, reeked of his brother's packland, and skinny as a bird's leg.. and he was interested - he'd always liked them frail..

At last, the madman lumbered from the thicket, revealing himself. In rebellion, the prickly bush clung to his coat and face, tugging through the shorter fur of his muzzle and tearing into the weak flesh. Immediately his clawed skin responded, bright cherry life slipping down his maw. And this was how the colossal fiend would be seen, muscle rippling beneath glossy ebon, bizarre sights fixed in frenzied fashion, his grinning mouth tinted ruby; the hellborn colossus looked to be out to kill.

[Capella]

The breeze, gentle and refreshing, was not working in the light hued female’s favor—and although at the moment she felt no real concern and was enjoying the reprieve from the heat, it would have done her well if the wind had shifted directions and swept the thick, musty scent of the male that loomed not far off. She would have abandoned her comfortable spot and made a hasty retreat back to the Deorian pack lands to once again seek refuge among pack members and enjoy Dax’s company. At times, her peaceful mind would spark to life and whisper that something was watching her, but she shrugged the thoughts away and simply blamed it on the birds perched on the branches in the trees. They would often give that affect, making one feel as though you were being spied upon when it was merely the cautious eyes of feathered fowl.

Content, the female stretched out her front legs, toes splaying apart as she stretched her tightening muscles. Doing this caused her toes to dip into the cool water and for a moment, she was tempted to wade in and chase away the heat that was plaguing her. Thankfully, her coat had finally taken on its summer state, becoming far shorter and darker. Instead, she remained where she was, he mind drifting back to the single creature that refused to leave her thoughts. Dax had been a wonderful gift and she could have not asked for him to have come at a better time in her life. It seemed that ever since they had met, everything that had happened to her had been wonderful. And now—the mere friendship had blossomed into something special and the future was looking beautiful. Capella started and turned her concerned gaze towards the sky—she had been worried she had day dreamed too long and would be late for her scheduled meeting with Dax. Then he would worry and she wouldn’t hear the end of. How terrible it was that she had worried him and that she could have been dead in a ditch somewhere and he would have never known! She wanted to laugh at him for his silly worries, but she knew him meant well and honestly, she found it entertaining. She loved the worry he showed for her.

The sound of brush shifting brought her to reality and she twisted her head around to gaze over her shoulder. What she saw sent her heart racing and fear, with its icy fingers gripped her soul. For a brief moment, she was rooted to the spot—her surprise and fear leaving her mind numb. The wolf—if that was what it was, was massive and quite frankly horrid to look at. She saw his thick pelt of black, but what had her attention was his jaws—not only where his teeth frightening, but his muzzle was stained with fresh blood—his or something else’s, she could not tell. Finally, her mind gained control of her body and she lifted herself from the earth, shifting slowly so that she could face the beast head on, thick cream hued tail lifting in a threatening position. She knew her odds against a creature of his size where slim, but she would go down fighting.

For a long, uncomfortable moment, the silence stretched words failing her as she kept her eyes locked on the silvery-blue ones of the massive male. She managed to gather what little courage that had not fled upon sight of the beast and spoke, her voice uncertain at first. “Who are you and what do you want? Upon another weary inspection of the beast, she took a caution step back, wanting to increase the distance between them.