Passion Burning Like The Fiery Sun [Who/Greytalon]

[Akante]

Greytalon said:

The black stones felt odd under his large paws, stepping over them with tender care as their smooth surface heated his paws. He felt his dark pads itching from the gentle heat of the stones, his head turning around as to find someplace else to walk on besides the endless stretch of ebony rocks. His gaze ran towards the oceon, watching the waves lap at the shore like a thirsty dog, the few scattered icefloats in the distance gave him some clue that the water would be cold. Well it certainly was better than this. Strolling over towards the receeding water, the wave as it came back caused him to sigh lowly in relief. The chilled water was not a problem with the hellion, since he was used to arctic conditions anyways. The sun slowly begun its descent from the high noon, casting his growing shadow over the beach. The hellhound paid little attention to the horn-adorning dark replica of himself on the ground, instead trotting gently towards the other end of the beach, his tailend bobbing up and down as he held it up higher, not even allowing the hair to touch the water. As he was beginning his exploration of the lands, he wondered briefly where he should go next.

The mountains? Perhaps the Ancient Forest? Or maybe he should take a few rounds around the packs littering these lands and see what they had to offer? It would be nice to actually be part of a large family, but he doubted any of them would understand, or accept, his condition. One that gotten him into numerous trouble. his subconscious darker self who jokingly nicknamed himself Dark Grey. No, he highly doubted anyone could accepted the powerhungry, thrill-seeking rapist inside of his mind. Still it never hurt to try right?

His brilliant blue-eyed gaze washed over the beach, searching for anyone who happened to be near who would talk to the odd beast. Not a soul to be found yet, so he continued on, taking a slower pace to view the majestic scenery. It certainly was a beautiful place, the Glacial Beach. However he knew that life here would be difficult. No deer or mammoth trailed near the ocean, which left only rabbit and fish to hunt. Any person who took permanent residence here must have it rough, only able to survive on small game. Not that he was hungry himself, but he knew the beach was no place for this hellhound.

[Akante]

DreamFree said:

"Ha!"
The small Ethiopian she-wolf landed squarely on Bandit's shoulders, making him growl in irritation, though he didn't really have anything to growl about; the blackblood could probably barely feel her 30 lbs. on his powerful back. Her pale blueish green eyes sparkled eagerly as she pushed her head down in his face, grinning crookedly. However, her black and red friend didn't look amused.

"Get off of me. I need to go hunt."

Kiralay rolled her eyes in irritation, but hopped off obediently. Bandit soon rose to his crimson paws, shaking his long, thick pelt. Trying to clear his head or something, the she-wolf decided.

"Now, don't move until I'm back, alright?"

She nodded, smiling slightly. He tried to act like she was annoying but he loved her, like a sister at least. This was just one example of his protective behavior. She sat down on the cold ground, long tail swishing as she shook her head, loosening the brown fur so it covered the long pink scars on her neck. Bandit jerked his chin down slightly, and very slowly, golden eyes never leaving her until he couldn't see her any more, walked away.

Kiralay sighed, rolling onto her back as she contemplated what to do until her closest friend returned. Her bangs fell back from her face as she let her head hit the ground, eyes flickering closed. Maybe she could sleep. Nah, she was too hyper to sleep. A cold wind blew across her small, thin body, pressing the fur flat against her side. She shivered slightly, listening to the sounds of nature. In the Glacial Beach they were more quiet than she was used to; in the Ancient Forest the world was alive with the tweeting of birds and the chattering of small rodents such as squirrels and chipmunks. it seemed oddly silent in this odd area; she'd have to tell Bandit they were going back to the mountains soon. Se loved the Red Mountains; her friend let her wander where ever she wanted, and oh, how many places there were to wander. She grinned. Now she had something to think about. Her mind drifted. Maybe she and Bandit could find a pack. Nah, packs didn't seem fun. Same old stuff every day, never any new place to explore and run about.

Speaking of places to run about...

Her eyelids shot open as she leaped to her paws, sprinting towards the beach. A laugh escaped her throat as she splashed into the cold water, feeling it wash up, soaking the dark brown fur on her paws. Droplets clung to her soft belly fur, making her shiver again. Her jaws parted, long tongue lolling out in a canine grin as the small wolf charged along the beach eagerly. Her head lifted as she scented the air. The salty smell of water seemed to be carried in the very air here.

wait... what was that?

She sniffed again, frowning, as her gaze scanned the area before finding their place on another figure, around fifty feet away. A wolf. Oh, how couldn't she have noticed it before?

Brown ears flattened againt her head as she slowly moved forward, muscles tensed as she approached the other wolf. Long tail curved upwards as she called out cautiously, "hello?"

[Akante]

Who said:

[[OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!]]

Damn this region.

The hellcreature slithered as though a serpent through the large, rounded boulders. Had the ocean truly been that much bigger? These rocks were more jagged the further away one got from the shore. But still, even these rocks were multiple yards away from where the water crashed onto the gravel at the shoreline. Had the waters receded that far? A cruel, twisted sneer spread upon the grey-shaded maw of the female. Long fangs poked out of that smile, glimmering white in the overcast day. Her lime and orange eyes twinkled, blinking swiftly and sperattically as to ensure insanity. Her lime-green pupils darted from one edge of her viewing to the other, intent on having a graph of her surroundings registered in her head. A mental map. To see everything before they saw her. It was how she operated. And with the helpful cover of shady trees gone, the demon had to resort to constant surveillance and sticking to the boulders. Quite frustrating, to say in the least.

A mutter there. . . who the hell was it? Her large auds flickered in attention, her sneer slipping away briskly. Slamming herself silently to the side of her boulder, the female was silent. Quite. Still. Her breathing seemed to be nonexistent, but her chest was still moving ever so slowly. Her tail remained frozen in air. It seemed as though a swift breeze of life-ending air had swept through the terra. But this was not so. Without the cover of shade or available hiding spaces, Who had to resort to this manner of stalking.Her eyes narrowed, her muzzle wrinkling as her sneer returned. Resisting the usual snarling, she slowly leaned over. Peeking her head out from behind the rock, she caught a glimpse of the moron. A pathetic little whelp. Bony, skinny, malnourished. Perfect target. And, with that, her snarling slipped through. Lowering her head in tension and aggression, the she-creature stepped demandingly towards the wolf.

Her tail flickered tentatively from side to side, eager to make her kill. Her elongated ears were pressed firmly forwards, intent on catching any words or hint of anything. Her heart was pounding, as though such a monster could have a heart. Perhaps not an emotion such as love dwelled there, but the fire-burned blood that kept her body running was fueled there. Her fangs were eager to taste the blood of this pathetic being. Her fragile state lured the hellion in. Now. Her rumbling snarling accelerated in volume, turning into a full-out growl. She quickened her pace, the stiff fur on her nape and back swaying briskly from left to right.

And then he was in sight.
Another hell-creature. A talon like no other on his tail. Sharp fur on his hips. And those antlers that only deer and other prey had. Her face was blank for a moment, contemplating the situation. The potential prey was no longer her target. But, in fact, it was this brute. Her snarling from before returned, but with a gentler toning to it. Alluring. Charming. A chuckle here and there. Time to hunt down her prey.

[Akante]

Greytalon said:

OOC// Ugh forum deleted it. I remade my post but its not that great.


A yawn parted his lips, growing sleepy with the baking sun above him and the hot stones beneath his large paws. His tongue curled upwards, barely grazing the tips of his lengthened canines before his mouth shut, blinking his eyes tiredly. He felt as if the whole world was gently rocking him, lulling him to sleep whilst the ocean and the gulls played a lullaby for their white visitor, enticing him to stay and bask in their warm embrace.

A light shake of his head rouse his senses slightly, turning his drowzy attention to the side as he noticed a shape streak past straight towards the water. The small wolf seemed to be having a blast in the icy water, lifting her head to sniff at the salty air. His head tilted in mild curiosity as she turned her skull towards him, noticing him for the first time and taking a few cautious steps towards the hulking brute.

"Hello?"

Ears cupped forward, catching her whispery voice on the wind. Well he did want some company, she would have to do.

Enormous paws padded forward, his tail raised up high, tilting the tip in an attempt to hide the deadly-looking stinger from view in his white mass of hair. The dark bristles along his back flattened, appearing no more than a dark spot over his hindquarters unless she got real close and felt them. The antlered monster halted merely a few feet from the female, parting his lips in a coaxing smile. "Good Mowning. Nice day fow a stwoll?"

With his attention on the newcomer, Greytalon didn't notice the other face which stalked them like a hungry dog to prey.