Alue (Fenrir)

[~Madey~]

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[atrb=background,http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr152/Vampire_horse_13/shakirawaterfall3-1.jpg] My eyes are golden green, But I’m far from clean I live a life ones call Hell, Which isn’t a victory bell. My lyrics are cold and heartless, And your life to me is priceless. I kill without hesitation, This isn’t much of an inspiration. You have a problem with me deal, Because I don’t give a damn what you feel. I had 4 daughters of my own, But now they are dead as bone. I had a loving mate, Who met a terrible fate. My calling is Alue, You may think you know me, but you have no clue. Nothing in this world has been pleasureable, not even a bit. The pleasure I got from wolves now a days were their last breath or begging for mercy. Though that was only when they were there at the wrong place at the wrong time or my enemies. Since I was a still new to these lands, I have yet to make mortal enemies, actually I havn't seen many wolves around this land since i got here. myabe the reason for that was because I was avoiding wolves totally, though I have met a brute named Dante. He was sweet and kind, so he made it to be called my friend. A sigh escaped my maw as I took in the new scenery. The trees were large and everywhere, no sign of water of any scent of any near wolves at the moment, but I had that feeling i would be confronted by one soon. Battle scars framed my body, neck, belly, legs, tail, and maw. I have been in multiple battles and agrument, I was still breathing so it always ended up as I lived, and they either died, gave up, or had a group of wolves help them. My upper lip twiched in anger as I thought. I have truely loved only two wolves, Torro and Souless, Torro fel in love with another fae named Rayn.....My best friend. Anger filled my orbs as the thought came in mind. A bone was inbetween my jaws, though there was a large snap the echoed the mountains. Pieces of the bone fell on the cold earth. A growl echoed through my maw, making my own throat tingle. Souless was my last lover, he was murdered along with my pups. and the rest of my family. Shaking my dome i looked at the at ground brows furrowed. though my facial expression was emotionless. Raising my dome I looked at the moon, that gave my portion look a lot bigger than normal, though in the daylight I was massivily built. I was built like a brute, Though by the curces of my body you could also tell I was a fae. Golden green orbs took in the shadows of the night. A sigh escaping my maw once again. Life was too precious to lose, since it is so easily lost. Though, my life had already died. And everyone else in it. Muse: Not so much, but will grow when you post. Listening to: Watching P.S. I love you Notes: Srry it isn't long, the next one wil be. Credits: To Desa!!!!! (did a wonderful job)

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] Night had fallen once more. Most creatures huddled in their holes to sleep with the rest of their families or just to keep safe from those that roamed the earth at night. There was a slight stink in the air to those that had the ability to catch it. Many would describe it as the fowl odor of blood and death. No it was not the grim reaper but it was one that took pleasure in killing its own kind. The thought alone would make the cold blooded beast smile. Quiver almost. Now a days though he could keep his urges under control. Yes he was evil and enjoyed what he did but now he had more self control when it came to the matter of killing others. Age had helped with that. His blood stained optics glanced around slightly taking in things as he went along. However, he relied much heavier on his other senses. Sight was something he was not too strong with anymore. One of his orbs were perfect... The other had been damaged in a fight. The price he had paid for taking pity out on a lost loner brute that tricked him. Ah well. The other had fared much worse then himself. Another small smile at the thought of ending that wretched wolf's life. On he walked. The night was the perfect time to be on the move. Normally he would not have to deal with the run ins of his own breed. They were all off playing house in their petty little pack lands so they would stay out of his way. And night brought the shadows. The only real place he felt at home. His blackened pelt blended perfectly with the consuming darkness of night. He was sleek and slender though tall for his breed. He was built to be a master of stealth and the hunt. He never relied on brute strength to win his fights. Just his own cunning and speed. Though he was a ruthless killer he was smart. Very smart. Thus is why he would kill those that could not even have a decent conversation with him. Pointless... Something caught his attention now. The lingering scent of a femme crossed his path. She was not that far away from where he stood. Taking in another breath, he turned towards her direction. There was an air about this fea that screamed a sadness. Yet another pointless emotion that he did not understand nor did he care to learn. Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged and moved to where the scent was coming from. Peering from the darkness he studied her for a moment. Large. Muscles. Fighter. Her bodice screamed that word. His brow raised slightly at this. Not many femmes knew the world of fighting or loner for that matter. Many longed for the ease of pack life. Perhaps he could have an actual conversation with this creature before him. "You think it wise being out on your own, my dear femme?" he questioned finally stepping from the shadows to reveal himself to her.

[~Madey~]

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[atrb=background,http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr152/Vampire_horse_13/shakirawaterfall3-1.jpg] My pasts hasn't been my favorite thing to think about, and I wouldn't think about it now. No good would come out of it except for anger and sorrow. The moon had givin a radiant light in the sky, looking up at it I smirked, dipped my dome lightly in thanks for the moon, then looked back down at my large paws. Orbs narrowed as they a feeling of something was comming vaught my attention. I didn't have to lift my muzzle to smell what was near. A brute. I could tell by the strong masculin scent it left. A cold chuckle escaped my maw. I didn't turn my dome in the direction of which the brute was comming, for I really didn't care. He could be wanting to kill me and i owuldn't care. I would fight my hardest, but I wouldn't care if he had killed me.Most brutes like to pretend they are evil and all high and mighty, but it is truely the ones that wolves fear worste of which they make nightmare stories about, that are truely evil, but even those wolves have heart. And they can't do anything about it. I had fallen in love with a blood killer, and he was only his sweetest to me in his own way. A smirk was the only thing that crossed my maw at the thought. Lyrics then came from behind me, Auds flickering back towards him, but I had yet to turn around. I took in what he has said. I nodded to myself. "Ah, my dear brute. Wisdome comes in many ways. For one that has been so alone for a very long time, such as I. Is wise, since I know how to care for myself." My lyrics cold yet soft as it rolled of my tongue, turning my body to look at him I smirked. My multiple battle scars in my front such has claw scars on my muzzle and chest more visible as well as the white healed teeth gashes on my shouler and neck, now more visible then before.Though the scent of fresh blood was on me, on my paws and claws. Not my blood. I had tackled Pyro, the stupid brute lost his temper. "And what of you brute? Have you no where to go?" I asked, tilting my dome faintly to the side. Golden green orbs studied him, though no fear met my orbs. There was nothing to fear, for one who feels fear is truely a coward. Or one that has fear and reveals it is a coward. Things may have fear, though if they don't show it and do what they fear anyway, then they are truely not a coward. As I studied the brute I could also tell he was a fighter, a killer, though had a polite side, one that needed respect to get along with another wolf. I nodded towards him in approval. Also giving my starting respect. Though for some is hard to come by. Muse: GOOD Listening to: No one. Notes: Hope you like her haha Credits: To Desa!!!!! (did a wonderful job)

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] His eyes stayed on her. Still studying her. It was yet to be decided whether she would be foe or what he would consider friend. As she spoke his audits stood up listening to every word as they were said. Most of the time when he came across another they would be already begging for their lives or trying to flee. Yet she spoke with a cool calmness about her. Interesting... He stood to face her. How can one have a conversation without facing another. It would just be rude. At least to him. She did not seem to fear him or at least her body language or tone did not give it away. Perhaps there would be another time for that. Or not. He had yet to make up his mind on the matter. His onyx talons dug into the earth beneath his blackened paws. He felt the vibrations of the land. It was almost soothing for him. A smile, or what he called a smile, danced across his maw at her statement. "Yes, I see that you are not like many others that I have come across in my travels. It seems that you would be able to hold your ground against most everyone that would cross your path," he said pointing out a rather obvious fact. It had been many moons since he actually had a challenge when it came to fighting but he would opt to talk to this unnamed femme for the time being. She seemed like she had potential of actually keeping his hard to keep attention. His ear twitched at her questions towards him. It did not take him any time at all to think of the answer to that question. "I chose to be a lone. I find no urge to want to be in a group of our own wretched kind. Belonging to a pack is not something I ever would like to experience again. I am not one to take orders for another or wanting another to rely on me for anything... I was born in this world alone and that is how I plan on leaving it," he said in a flat emotionless tone. Only once he had lived with others. That seemed like forever ago in a different life. He had been alpha over the shadowed lands. He was both feared and respected. But that was just a distant dream now. "My my my... Where are my manners? My dear I do not think we had the chance to introduce ourselves. I was given the calling of Fenris Fenrir upon my birth. But please call me Fenrir. May I ask as to what you were gifted with?" he questioned.

[~Madey~]

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[atrb=background,http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr152/Vampire_horse_13/shakirawaterfall3-1.jpg] There indeed was something different about him, he seemed mysterious then yet again, revealing. I couldn't really set my paw on it. He was different, I had ran into some of his type, but then again he was his own type as well. It was all rather interesting and different to dicover, I wasn't much the one to like much company, I had been alone for a long while every since my family had been slaughtered. I had more enemies then friends, and my friends always seemed to turn their backs on my in time of need. I didn't know if he was in the same vote, familyless, friendless, and mateless. Though at the moment I wasn't looking for anything, if something was too come, then it would come without me thinking about it. His lyrics filled my pricked auds once again, making me have my own cunning smirk appear across my scarred maw. "As you are different as well. I have not seem much of the kind that took enjoyment in killing and torchering, though it is a pleasure running into you this fine day." I said, my lyrics soft yet cold as it rolled off my tongue. No, there was no challenge in my lyrics, just a hint of respect and politness. As he then continued on, but this time answering my question I listened making sure I made no mistake on misunderstanding him, but what he had said was quite clear. I kept my smirk and nodded. "Quite understandable, I find a lot of stupidity, nieveness, and for to much hospitality to those who don't deserve it in many packs. Absolutly paposterouse." I agreed nodding my dome towards him, he was correct in many of those ways, I had only been in two packs. One was only because I had a happy life and I reigned, so I made my pack the way I saw one needed to be, and we were victorious. A chuckle escaped my maw by his choice of words. "Well, I can honestly say it is an interesting night to meet a brute, such as yourself Fenrir." I said incling my dome faintly then added shortly afterward. "My calling is Alure A' meastra, though I prefer to be called Alue." I said with a mysterious ting in my golden green orbs. Muse: It's ok... Listening to: Rich Girl Notes: :D Credits: To Desa!!!!! (did a wonderful job)

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] She spoke again and he listened. He was not the type of male to just play pretend when another was talking. Nor was he like a lot of the loners that wandered the rouge lands of the world. Many brutes when they came across lone femmes only had one thing on their mind. Lust. That disgusted him in every sense of the word. It only made him hate his race that much more. Even when he was more lost in his insanity he would never have done anything like that. The thought almost made him growl out loud but he stopped himself. His attention once more focused on her as she continued. "I enjoy killing those that need to be killed. I do not torture. Never have. I at least give my victims the gift of a quick death unless they are stupid and try to fight their own end," he replied thinking about a few of those deaths that had been much more long and drawn out. It was their own stupid fault for not just giving in. When he missed their throat and did not cut through deep enough they would flop around like a fish out of water. It was entertaining at times but messy. "I tend to stay away from the whole talking to others thing. I do not want others getting the wrong impression about me that I am seeking out others to keep me company. But every once and a while even a creature such as myself long for a little conversation," he pointed out. "You remind me of one I knew many seasons ago. Both fighters..." he added thinking about the past for a moment again. Then his eyes trained on the fea before him once more. "Alue it is then. It is a pleasure to meet someone actually worth having a conversation with..."

[~Madey~]

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[atrb=background,http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr152/Vampire_horse_13/shakirawaterfall3-1.jpg] I as well paied attentiont to what is being said to and around me. If you are talking to me or near me, I will hear. Not many wolves know of my keen sence of hearing, most wolves have it, though most also never choose to go by it. I for one rely on my hearing, if I get anything out of the normal I would most likely see what it is, if it showed any danger to me, then I would attack and kill it in betwean a heartbeat. I studied him once again, his structure. Most brutes who have come my way always oogled at me, and it annoyed me to the point where I get harsh just to make them walk away, I wasn't the type to flirt, not even if I liked the brute I would not flirt. It was my persoality and any brute who had brains could tell by the look of me, I didn't look like the type of fae who would be the girly flirty type. I shook my own dome in my own disgust. After his lyrics filled my auds, I listened intently to him. Nodding towards him with a low chuckly comming from my maw. "Ah, I killed many as well, though those who also deserve to die, or have written their own death wish. Though, I will not lie, I have torchered many in my wrath of my past." My lyrics cold, as they rolled off my tongue, still not used in a harsh way. I will not regret of the killing i have done, for I truely have enjoyed it. My body has longed for bloodlust, though here I was hoping to start somewhere a bit better, though nothing would surprise me if I did end up killing some wolves here, I almost already have killed a brute in these parts who passed my boundries. I had no clue why I made so many enemies, for when I had made friends which was a rarity, I did my best to protect them. When he started to talk again, he pulled me out of my train of thought, which I did not mind at all. I looked up at him, emotionless golden green orbs focused on him. I huffed. "Nicely put. I can understand what you are saying, for I also have not had company in over a years time." I said, I knew I was giving him bits of my past, but not enough from him to guess what was actually happened. Nothing happy ever really happened in my life, and when something I thought so happy couldn't be took away, it does. and it is lost forever. A gust of air escaped my maw, trying to keep the pain out of my orbs.His talked once agauin, and once again I answered. "A fighter? If I may know more?" I asked tilting my dome faintly to the side. "Though you don't have to tell me, it is really none of my business." I said with a smirk. Then diped my dome towards him after his last words. "I thank you, it is nice to hear once in a while. I must say the same for you, Fenrir." Muse: GOODERS! Listening to: One Time Notes: I <3 Fenrir haha. :) Credits: To Desa!!!!! (did a wonderful job)

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] Deserve to die...? he thought as a smile traced his tattered features. To many that phrase meant a variety of things. Though no one seemed to think the same way he did about the matter. Every creatures that bled the same stink of blood he did deserved to die in his eyes. His race was a fowl breed that should be wiped from the map. They are the low of lows and no he was not exempt from his own rules but he would never take his own life. Sadly though he had never met anyone that would be worth his time to actually completely fight. If he were to be killed before his age took him he wanted it to be by someone that was actually worth while. Not some random low life that did not even deserve to take up a minute of his time. Sadly, that was all he had ever come across. He let out a small sigh. "Many kill to survive or to seek vengeance on another for wronging them. I kill solely to rid this world of our kind. But no... I am not a coward that kills whelps of our breed I at least let them live to have a chance to seek me out when they are older. Which many have..." he stated thinking about it as he spoke. There had been many but none had taken what they wanted from him. His life. He heard her ask a question about what he had said. Without warning he bit his tongue. Like he could not control what he was doing. He should have never brought it up and cursed himself for doing so. Alas the question had been asked and it would be rude of him not to answer. "By fighters I mean femmes that are strong and do not require a male around to survive. You have battle scars as well as I do..." he said noting the scar over his left eye. "But even though we have these the ones that gave them to us made out far worse for wares. At least the ones that gave me mine." He sat down before her. His comfort level was rising though his guard would never be let down. He did not think it was possible to even do so. His bloody optics studied her for yet another moment before he continued. "My lost mate was very much of a fighter. Strong and beautiful. Just as yourself. Most brutes would feel a certain uncomfortable level around femmes such as you due to your build, scars and strength. It is very much of an attractive feature," he pointed out his eyes still trained on her. It had been many moons since he had seen his mate since he found out she was still alive. There were so many cracks between them he knew not of what was to happen anymore. He still loved her dearly for she had been the only one he was willing to give his heart to and they had built a pack and family together. But things would never be the same after the pack had been destroyed along with the rest of his family.

[~Madey~]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Alue---MIDDLE.png] As I spoke I could see that he was curious in my words, or agreeing to them. His face was held emotionless, but his orbs said differently, there was something in his orbs that said 'surprised that i had said that' or something in that catagory. I shook the feeling away and studied his orbs now in depth, His lyrics filled my auds in a matter of minuts after my words, I took in what he said into my mind, and thought it over before a mear chuckled escaped my maw at his choice of words. "Ah, yea. Many are like that, I for one am still like that, though not to rid our kind. For I beleive some do need to die, yet others just make other wolves, such as ourselves much more, then they will every be. I am not being condeided, I speak my own opinion of truth." My lyics still containg its cold tone, a playful smirk across my maw as I chose my own words to flow off my tongue. When I asked my question he seemed to stumble, for his orbs seemed to stop and went into memory, I didn't know what he was thinking, but I guess you would say I had a way for telling some things in orbs, it helped in many cases. Though, when he composed them again, was when his lyrics filled the air. Auds pricked. "I can see you are victorious in your battle stradegies. I can beleive you left them worse then you, and you are right. the ones who have done this too me, ended up dead, or close enough to the point they were begging for death, but I just ended up walking away." A low snicker came from my maw as the memories flooded my own mind, I remember the war I was in, when i had my pack and we were battling. I was attacking three wolves. Man, they were stupid. He spoke again, and again I took in what he said. Nodding once a warm smirk placed my maw.When he spoke of his mate, it made a twirl in my stomach, I closed my orbs quickly then shook my dome, though when I opened my features came emotionless and cold. "I am sure you will find her, my mate is lost as well, but I fear he won't be comming back. " I was wondering if Fenrir would saw he was sure he would come back to me as well, and if he did I would tell him the truth, that my mate was slaughtered. Butchered, by a pack that was called the Underdoor, I had joined a different pack just to take revenge on them, killing many, then the bloodlust had started for I wasn't just avenging my mates death by also my sister's and my daugthers' and son's. When he said his compliment and smiled. "And I thank you, Fenrir, you aren't bad yourself. " Lyrics faintly softened from their normal tone.

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] An actual smile drifted onto his blackened maw. There was a small glint of the ivory fangs his lips hid. She spoke of how she had gotten her scars. Battle tails were always an interesting story for the most part. As long as the other did not try and boast about what they had done. Or they would boast that their brute strength could never be stopped or threatened. Fenrir was not huge or he did not have muscles that rippled under his pelt. He was tall and all lean muscle built for speed. It always brought him joy to take down males that bragged about their size. Especially when he had them begging for their lives right before he ended it. "I let my guard down for but a moment with a lone brute and he stole the sight from my left eye," he replied noting the milky film that covered the crimson orb. "I was actually going to let him live but he chose to attack me to tell others that he had brought the beast known as Fenrir down." He had been well known in many of the lands that he traveled. He was the one that mothers would tell their pups would come and get them if they did not listen. He was the nightmare that had plagued many lands. This femme was interesting. Finally someone that he could actually have a conversation with. The feeling of having to kill this woman slipped out of his mind. She would live. There would be no point in snuffing out her flame. She was one of the few that he had actually talked to over the years and would enjoy their paths to cross again. Then she caught his attention again snapping him out of his own thoughts. She spoke of him finding his lost mate. She was being optimistic. Perhaps to make him feel better. Though he lived in the real world. Dreams and wishes do not come true. Especially to the ones that only knew darkness and housed true evil in their souls. They were not meant for the happy life of being mated. They were born in the world alone and that was how they would leave it. Not with a pack surrounding them crying for the loss of a loved one. He had only known contentment and happiness once in his wretched life. "My mate was the only one that made me feel anything different then the hate that I felt towards our kind..." he almost said in a mumble. He did not know why he was explaining this to her. "Before her I killed without anything. It was like breathing to me. Just another thing I did on a daily basis. Then I actually fell in love..." his voice trailed off. There was a threat of emotion in his tone. That of sadness and loss. He fought it back however. "We built a pack from the ground up and had a family. Then war changed all that... The only other that I knew that survived was my beta male. I saw my slaughtered children and the scent of their mother's blood lingered mixed in with their own..." he paused again. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment and then his gaze fell to the ground. He watched his forepaws for a moment. This was not like him. Showing this horrid weakness that he held. He was a killer that felt nothing. Damn these emotions. He let out a small growl of anger towards himself. "I do not live in a world of fantasy... Demon is not coming back," he stated finally looking back up at her. He studied her eyes for a moment as if reading deep into her. He saw what she was hiding from the world. "Correct me if I'm wrong but neither is your mate..." he added once more in an emotionless tone. He did not mean to make her upset if he did. It just came out. He felt bitterness towards himself for not being there to protect his family from the slaughter of the other pack lands.