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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Oh glorious lands these were. The stench of blood and dead both old and new clung to every rock in the unclaimed land. How had the shadowed brute never traveled here before? It called to him enticed him to enter the hellish terra that had been the grave of so many helpless souls before him. A tingle of pleasure danced up and down his long spine. Then a smirk twisted its way onto his tattered and torn features. The silver shimmer of scars were covered at this moment by fresh blood that still hung on his graying whiskers. With the smirk still set on his features, he let his tongue slide out of his lips and lick the crimson off his maw. It was still warm. Poor soul... he thought almost with a chuckle as he continued to move further across the scarred lands. His onyx talons grazed the stone beneath him making a slight tapping noise. This could be a sort of home for him. Rarely did he venture far from the darkness of the forest... But this unholy place called to him loudly now. For the past few moons there had been rumors on the wind of a war between pack lands threatening to rise but he could care less about such things. There were always wars. After all, everyone wanted to be the big man on campus and push the little guys out. Blood would be shed and loved ones lives would be lost. That was how war was. He never really got into the politics that resided in such things. Nor had he even made up his mind on whether he would venture into a claimed land to offer his assistance to the cause at hand. He might just play as a free agent and who ever comes across his path was fair game. That was fair right? A laugh rumbled through his raspy vocals. Something sinister had been growing in him for a while now. For a brief moment it had seemed that he had become soft and caring. Stupid emotions always get in the way of ones true nature. Oh how he had longed for blood shed by his fang. The population of Traum wolves had grown since he had arrived. It was rather sickening really. So many brutes were spreading their bastard seed. It was like a plague taking over. In his mind it was time for population control. One wolf at a time. The one that he had recently felled was to be the first of many. Poor soul never stood a chance. It was his own foolish fault for trying to challenge the darkened one. Sure, he was further on in years but that did not make him weak in the least. It was pure stupidity that led to the other second guessing things. He had to pay for his rudeness. Never judge a book by its cover. His eyes rolled back and forth in his skull. They were searching for signs of life in his hated place. It seemed that very few creatures even ones of prey sought refuge in this terra. He did not blame them. Only those that were incredibly foolish or on the brink of insanity would call this place home. He was one of them it seemed. But then again who really needed sanity to survive in this world anymore? In the back of his mind he could guess that many would be happy that the shadow soaked demon had wandered into these lands knowing the chances of running across him would be slim to none. They would be smart to not follow him here either. Finally, a sigh escaped his lips. He wanted entertainment. That last fool was nothing of the sorts. The brute knew nothing of conversing or of fighting. The only thing that he managed to satisfy was the fact that his body soon would be fodder for the plants to feed off. That was it. Then... There was a sound. It was a heavy step to the side of him. It was the sound of hooves hitting the earth. Quickly it was followed by the scent of deer. He turned his head sharply in the direction that it had come from. Sure he had just killed but he was no cannibal. He did not eat those of his own breed. It had been about a week since his last meal so he turned. His eyes slitted as he came across the lone stag. It was young but it would fill his belly for the time begin. He watched it for a few moments just studying it and how he would go about ending the creature's life. There were many avenues of escape if it could get out of his reach. The rocky outcrops helped there. The smile that now at set on his features gave away that he was not worried about this deer getting away from its fate. Finally, he watched the stag's shoulder muscle twitch. That was the sign he was looking for. He jumped from his hiding spot and attacked. His talons hit the chest of the stag making a hard thump noise followed quickly by the sound of tearing flesh. The deer gave a short cry of pain with its last breath but then did not take in another. The ashened beast had let his ivory fangs sink deeply into the neck of his meal. Hot blood covered his maw and stung his eyes for only a moment. The life of the deer dripped onto the earth below. They both collapsed to the ground and when he was sure the creature in his grasp was dead, he let go. He lapped the warm blood off his maw once more tasting the irony liquid. His fangs once more found the fallen creature as he tore into it pulling off a large chunk. With a few good snaps of his jaw he swallowed the raw meat. His orbs rolled back slightly in the pure bliss of the meal. This simple act reminded the heartless killer who he really was. Evil. Cruel. Cold. All those names were true. Emotions only tied him down and slowed his pace. He loved this sort of freedom many did not experience. He placed his paw on the shoulder of his kill and tore another piece of flesh. His audits stood at attention every time he dipped his maw into the carcass. After all, he knew that he could not possibly be the only creature in these lands. And right now his sight and sense of smell was being blurred by the kill. He would not let himself be taken by surprise.

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[Thirteenth]

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/Stepmid-2.png] Dark clouds loomed as ever threatening as the morbid questions coursing through Norther’s mind, just as they had for what seemed a small sort of forever now. Bright oranges, yellows, and reds held staunch in contrast to the brooding frowns of the aggressing storm heads. Winter had long since set and most such leaves had surrendered their branches to be cast to the ground by the ghost moaning winds that tested the trees before the assaults of the storms. However, there were, just as always, a few that held strong against the encroaching winter and the driving blizzards, and they always rose with proud color in those moments between the storms. Not yet had winter set- they seemed to shout like soldiers who knew that they would be defeated, but not on this day- not yet will she take the land in her icy, colorless grip. On the ground far below these steadfast defenders, unseen beneath a heavy blanket of snow lay their fallen companions where the colors of their defeats had decorated the forest floor until the mud and the rain set them to decay. Beneath the white ice they would drain of all color and what pretty sights might have been left to them; but one could fancy that their beauty would still not be gone from the land. It would merely lie dormant beneath snow and ice, and there the leaves would decay to provide life and beauty to the coming spring. The color gray was quickly taking its hold on the land which would soon be reduced to a portrait of black and white and those shades and hues that created the shadows between the two contrasting colors. However, while the last of the leaves would fall and be covered, there were some colors that could not be banished from the land… Strangely enough these were the notions flittering whimsically through Norther’s mind between darker thoughts as she made her way from the edges of the forest to strike out over the sprawling battle field. It was rare for her to pay any mind to the subtle poetry in the seasons that flickered around her existence. Such trivial musings were simply not her forte; they served no purpose. Yet strangely enough, the thoughts continued to unfold, flowing into darker tides until, finally, she fixated her mind, invariably so, on one motif. For a wolf so fickle as Norther it was rare that one would find her so set on a single happenstance, be it one of the past or presence. There was a solid purpose in her movements and a clear (but undefined) intent in her glowing emerald eyes. Norther had made her way to a place of solitude (or at least, what she perceived to be solitary, unaware of the dark male feasting beyond the slope) and it was here, in the open, that she stopped herself on the gentle rise and cast her gaze about the washed out surroundings. Ignorant to the presence of the male, having been so focused on her thoughts that she had tuned out the deer’s dying cry, Norther threw her head back and angled her slender muzzle to the sky. A harsh cry, deep and filled with evocative anguish, tore from someplace deep within her soul and lilted into the skies. In the distance the clouds seemed to growl, rolling thunder in accompaniment to her howl. There was a soft sheeting of lightning that illuminated both Norther and her surroundings in an eerie glow, and as it faded so did the sounds of her unnerving song depress into a wraithlike moan that was whisked away by the hissing winds.

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Taking another bite of flesh and meat, the beast's ear twitched forward as he heard the cry of another. The lyrics were that of a female. He gave a mental note of cursing himself for not realizing that he had company sooner. Though he blamed the scent of the kill on such a thing. After all, the fallen creature's blood soaked his maw and inside his nares. He chewed the last piece thoughtfully taking in all the glorious tastes of the kill. It was a lovely fact that the carcass stayed so warm so long. As he swallowed the chunk, his attention fell onto the unknown wolf that seemingly had also not known him being there. Why had she come to these tainted lands? Alone for that matter. The question danced around in his mind for a short moment. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth to clean his maw off slightly giving him his advantage of catching her scent once more. Drawing in a deep breath, he drew in her perfume and a smile traced his lips for only a short moment then once more disappeared into the darkness. Letting one paw step over the other, he moved closer to where she rested herself. The sounds of his sharp onyx nails tapping against the rock beneath was drowned out by the rolling over head thunder. He noted that her call was not a welcoming one. But one that screamed of anguish. Had she lost someone to these lands? Or was she simply here to let out the pain in her soul without being judged by another? More pointless questions really. It seemed to him that his time on Traum had weakened his mind slightly. He blamed it on caring for another. Cruel really how that worked. Now he was alone once more. Well... Not completely alone... he thought glancing at his new prey. There was a flash of lightning over head. It was a chance to show his form to the unnamed femme. "Do you think that it is dangerous crying to the clouds when you do not know what dangers are around?" he questioned in a low raspy tone as the thunder settled down. His blood stained eyes rested on her as he circled around to the front of her. The question was still on his mind what had caused her to travel to these lands and let out such a hurt cry to the clouds. But he would keep his questions to himself for the time being.

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