The Shadows Have Come (O)

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] That smell. That glorious smell. It was rotting flesh mixed with that of old blood and new. It hung on the air like a heavy perfume tainting the land and those around it. There was a thick fog that traveled through the woods. Casting the woods in an even darker hue. Many creatures would do their hardest to avoid such a hellish place but not this evil soul. His blackened coat stained the forest like a plague. His own scent was that soaked with death and blood. He had never been one to go out of his way to clean off the stench he obtained after taking another beast's life. It was so infused with him, the old blood smelled like his own natural musk. A flickering smile appeared on his tattered and torn maw for just a short moment then faded back into the darkness. This evil soul had traveled across many lands and had been known by many. There were several nicknames that he had picked up along his path as he went. Demon, devil, nightmare, death itself. Little pet names that he did not fancy. He had a name that already struck fear in many. He would not let himself be confused with some senseless and cannibalistic male. His killing always had a purpose and he never would taint his pallet with the flesh of his own breed. He killed purely to rid the world of the filth known as wolves. He paused in his movements for a moment. His crimson eyes danced around taking in his surroundings. A few brave birds found shelter in the trees above but there was little movement on the ground below. In most forests, the earth was littered with rabbits and squirrels that darted around without a care in the world. Perhaps they feared this devilish land or perhaps they had caught his scent and were being wise in remaining in the safety of their shelters. He would not let himself grow a big head at the thought. That would be something he considered rude and pointless. Though there was a slight rustle in the leaves not to far from where he stood. His tail rose for a moment as well as his hackles. Then the scent caught his attention. It was that of prey. Normal prey. Deer. He moved to where the noise had emerged from and peered through the shadows. It was a female and she looked plenty healthy with enough meat to satisfy him well. He crouched and studied her. It seemed as though the prey was looking for something other than food. How interesting... he thought giving a mental note. Many would have already taken advantage of the fact that she was alone but he waited for another moment. Then it was obvious what she was looking for. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a pile of leaves moving. Then emerged a whelp of hers. His ears twitched forward as his muscles relaxed. Now his intentions have changed. No, it was not a mercy thing it was his curiosity that stopped his intentions. They stood there for what seemed like hours. Then something crossed him. Another noise to the side of him. Almost at the same time, the mother deer's tail shot up in the air and both her and child took off further into the forest. His eyes went blank and void of emotion as he lifted into a seated position. "Do you think it wise stalking a creature that could potentially be your death bringer?" he questioned in his raspy tone not turning his head to where the sound had emitted from.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I walk this world with purpose. So remind the world their is somethin to be afraid of. There are still monsters in the world. There is still a reason to look under the bed, check your closet, and lock the door at night. To hide your sweet little head beneath your blinkets, but even that won't quiet the loud silence. And once you fall asleep. That's when it really starts. It will begin with your dreams and it will, all in one moment, be thrown into an uproar. Into Hell you will spin and be trapped for all of eternity. No, I'm just kidding, but that'd be hilarious. Wouldn't it? It had been a few days since she had last left the lands she had claimed for her pack.The lands of Saltus, a beautiful place with dark things in the heart of the tropical-like forest. It was alluring, perhaps that is why so many have been showing up lately. But most were only fmeales, minus her brother and that one fellow who ate all her damn flowers.. but no matter. Better to have little company than none at all. Which she was used to having, because of course, who would ever want to hang out with a sick little thing like Mania? Very few in the least. If not more now that she was Ruler of Lux Umbra. But eh, she didn't blame them. Who wouldn't want the chance to be her consort or perhaps even a close advisor of the Queen? Any, she was sure. But it would take a special kind of wolf to fill either positions. Mania found herself trapped in her rambling thoughts as she entered Silvis Caligo. The thick mist surrounding her like a blinket. Smothering hr vision, but not confusing her sense of direction. Mania had a very good sense of direction,much like many females of most species (minus humans..). She ducked her head low where the mist had risen higher than ground level. She sniffed once or twice and her acidic yellow-green eyes surveyed the land for any movement. She had just looked away when a doe and her fawn leapt passed her. She pulled her head up and looked after them but they were so quick in their bouncing leaps that she was too late to even see them. Perhaps she had alerted them? She looked down at her paws and saw she was walking on the moist black dirt that thousands of bodies had fertilized. She looked up and walked forwards slowly. Curious, very courious. They say, curiosity killed cat cat. But thn again, Mania was no cat. That was about the moment she heard some words. "Do you think it wise stalking a creature that could potentially be your death bringer?" Mania tilted her head and began to wonder if he could have possibly been talking to her? She looked around and sniffed, their was no one else in the area but this.. male and herself. She shrugged and stepped forwards. Brushing through a hedge into the open for him to see her and her to see him. Her yellow-green eyes began to swirl with a saddistic excitement as she laid her eyes upon the black male. She let a smile grow on her lips, not a large one but one enough to notice."How could have I helped it? Your just so-" She paused her cold honeysuckle tones, "curious, dear sir." Mania shook her shoulders a bit, ruffling the hair on her neck and top of her shoulders. Her tones of multiple greys, having low lights and high lights streaming through her sooty gray coat. FINISHED.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] The unknown femme's scent crossed his path. It was one that he had encountered before while he traveled through these new lands. She had marked areas. Meaning she must be a dragga. Perhaps many would fall to the earth in a bow to her ranking but he just stood there letting his crimson soaked eyes roll over her. There was an air about her that was familiar to him. She did not ooze with fear or shake at the sight of him. That could prove dangerous for her. After all, if it came to it she would not be the only alpha that he had ended. Rankings meant little to nothing to him anymore. Once upon a time, he had carried the same title but it had been given to him, he never asked for it. As the lyrics drifted from the new comers lips, his brow lifted slightly. It seemed as though she had not come to start any sort of confrontation. Maybe he would give this meeting a fighting chance. Her words held no sort of belittling tone to them which was potentially a good trait in a alpha. Though she did not properly introduce herself to him. In time then. When she finished, he drew in a breath to reply. "Am I like a flame and you are the moth, my dear?" he questioned looking into her yellow flecked orbs. "Normally, those that come across my path are not ones that look to strike up a conversation with me. Do you have those intentions? Or are yours more of the bloodied sorts?" he pondered still looking into her eyes. Finally, he broke the gaze and motioned around himself. "How is it that you find yourself walking among these unclaimed graves? You have the scent of an alpha... Through my traveling it is not all that common for those that I come across hold such a title but are on their own..." he pointed out. His blackened tail swayed behind him slightly. Not with annoyance. He held no threatening tone in his vocals as he spoke to her. Nor did his hackles rise when she stepped from the brush. A moment of silence fell between them as he drew in another breath. "My my my... Where are my manners?" he questioned himself in an unserious tone. "I have been given the name of Fenris Fenrir at my birth. Please, just call me Fenrir. May I ask what yours is, my greyed beauty?" he queried.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][atrb=width,385,true][bg=black] When we cross the paths of others, is it that we make it that way, or is there some higher power? I can only wonder. You see, there is no way for certain that there is any kind of higher being that controls us wolves as much as we pick and choose our own destiny. There, again, is another question. Do wepick our destiny? Or is it picked for us? Are we put here, on the beautiful face of Gaia, to do one purpose in our life time? Well? No answer. So many questions, so little time. You could sit under the stars for weeks asking questions and get not a single answer. Unless you are accompanied for a breif time by another wolf or maybe a cever crow, but do they really know the question? Maybe their just pulling your leg so you go the hell home. But you are persistant. Until you reach the end of your beef jerky stick and are now at a loss for everything. And then, in this moment, you begin to question life itself. Mania watched his brow move up, almost in expectance, or suprise perhaps. He breathed when she had finished and he smoke of flames and moths. She tilted her head with as a devious little smile brewed on her lips. She blinked as he spoke, the scar over her left eye wrinkling her face ever so slightly, before it was stretched open like it had been when it finally healed. "I am a very curious moth, and you are a very interesting flame." She began, and stopped for a moment, then began again, "I am lonely, so say in the least and all who cross my path, lately, are of no help in satifying my intelectual stranges of conversation.. nor sharers of my hobbies." She said with a soft breath in and then out. Mania listened and looed when he motioned around himself and her devious smile dropped from her black lips. "I can not stay cooped up in my lands for too long, or I may go more mad than I already am." She said and a little sparkle twinkled in her eyes as she spoke of her madness. Oh.. beautiful.. delicious madness. As a quiet moment fell between them she studied his body frame. It was a little thing Mania had always done. He was dark in color, mysterious, and he had eyes are crimson.. her favorite color by far. Her eyes then noticed the scar on his right eye and she could only wonder for a moment what that was from before he began to speak. Fenrir. The name became embedded, instantly, into her brain. "I am Mania Inkwell, but Mania will do just fine." She let her chessire grin grow on her face, sinister and dark, but playful. "It's a pleasure, I'm sure."

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] A flash of a smile drifted onto his tattered maw as she replied to his moth comment. There was a hint of ivory showing as he did so. But as soon as it had come it disappeared back into the darkness of his features. This lady could be quite interesting indeed. She must not have realized the dangers of coming across his path or she was completely ignoring them. Either way... This encounter could be a good one or a bad one. Only time would tell on that. So far she was not acting cocky with her title as alpha which was good. Those foolish wolves that thought themselves high and mighty because of a title left a fowl taste in the ashened demon's mouth. "Seems like you and I have something in common already, miss..." he spoke smoothly as possible with his raspy voice. "It has been many moons since my last encounter with a wolf that could actually have a real conversation with. Most times I find myself getting bored... Or the other is rude. And I do not tolerate rudeness all that well," he finished snapping his jaw closed making a loud click noise. It was his attempt to make her understand what he had meant by what he had said. "But you know, being curious can get you into a dangerous amount of trouble. Especially when you do not know how a flame will react to being played with..." As she spoke about why she had ventured out of the safety of her pack lands, his ears turned forward to listen better. She was a different one after all. Most alphas sent out underlings to do any sort of scouting or hunting. He thought such actions were cowardly. "You are quite different than most alphas that I have had the pleasure of knowing," he replied adding an underlining tone with the word pleasure. "Most dare not leave their lands once they are claimed. You and I once more find common ground there. Back when I held the title of alpha I never wanted to stay cooped up in my claimed lands. I was born into the life of loner and that is all I care to know about." Mania she spoke her name. It ran through his mind for a moment leaving an imprint there. Seemed fitting that such a woman would have a dubbing such as that. There was an air about her that was very similar to his own. "Mania... Suitable name for a beauty such as yours," he replied dipping his maw towards her ever so slightly. "So it seems that our meeting has started off on the correct foot. Otherwise I would fear that my politeness would have found its end sooner rather than later. But seeing as we are on such pleasant terms let us continue," he offered resting back on his hind legs. "Tell me a little about yourself..."

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][atrb=width,385,true][bg=black] Funny how the mad company is the best company you can find here. No? Society puts us away, to be with other like ourselves. Or perhaps confined by ourselves, on our lonesome. In a padded square cell, with only ourselves to play with and talk to. I'm sorry Nurse, but that only worked when I was little. mY imagination as run dry like an ancient river. But no mater, you'll force me into a childish state which I must depend upon you for my every waking need. But perhaps I do it on perhaps. Just so you can wipe my ass for me and I can snicker some cruel joke. But you can't hit a mental patient, nor say rude things to me. So how about them cookies. Mania just watched the Fenrir. Listening to him speak of common grounds between the two. She tilted her head, gicing her an another childish appeal but her dark eyes held nothing close to a soft-hearted, childish nature. Something much darker lay there. In those poisionous eyes. Those swirling green and yellow eyes of omminious destruction. She blinked and the moment of wonder was gone and it was time to speak back tot he dear gentleman. "I do not tolerate them at all. I expect respect, and if it is give you shall recieve." She paused, "But for those you do not, and are preticularly rude, oh well.. I deal with them in my own ways." She said as her pink tongue peeks out from the right side of her mouth and trailed along her black lips to the other side, moistening her lips as it traveled. But just as fast as it popped out, it went back into her mouth. And she looked at him a sly way, as he spoke again, and she began to speak with a certain tone. Almost a bit sultry, "See, now that is why I am such a curious little moth, my dear." She breathed and then broke away from her sultry tones, and went back to normal. "I am so enticed by The Flame, I dare not touch it, but I'll get as close to it as possible." He spoke about her being different of course she was different. She had no fear, no fear of leaving her plot of land alone. No one would dare take it from her. She would rip someone's legs off as punishment. If that were to happen. But these lands, still ever so unpopulated, she didn't have to be too watchful. "I've been a loner for much of my life, I felt the need to settle down, a bit, not too much becausecompletely settling is not in my nature. But none the less, settle and carry on my bloodlines reputation and what not.." Her words stayed as she seemed to space a little as she thought of her father. Perhaps not a reputation, but start her own. "Perhaps I worded that wrong, I mean carry on my story, I mean, what's there to lose?" She grinned, and rolled her tight shoulders. Mania lifted her chin up a bit to show her ranking but not to rub it in his face, but it was becoming customary for her when other wolves in her pack came to greet her. But she began to lower head, her neck taking a feminine ark as she bowed her head to him in return as he complimented her. She smiled, a cool and collected smile but mischevious, "Why, Thank you, Fenrir." She said, enoying saying his name. She unvolintarily fell back on her haunches. Her tail wrapped around her paws as best as it could as she nodded and then tilted her head and a devious but interesting smile ran over her lips, changing dramatically from her cool, collected one. "Well, tell me, what would you like to know."

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] Ears perked at attention listening to her lyrics as she sang them. There was something deep down in her that was fighting to come out. Her true nature. Those eyes. They gave it all away to him. It seemed as though she still clung to her sanity but it was a very small thread keeping it together much like his own. It was his years on this wretched Earth that had grounded him enough to look past his blood lusting ways. He was a killer and a murderer no doubt about that. There was a small sliver in him that kept him level headed. It was the intelligence perhaps that coursed through his veins. "Do not mistaken me for a mindless and senseless beast," he stated in a matter of fact tone. "I am a demon and a killer there is no doubt about that... Even I have rules that I follow..." he finished speaking as he thought about those guide lines he lived by for a short moment. In his younger days, he did not know any sort of control. He was purely animalistic. He killed with no sort of mercy or regret. Then for seemingly no reason he paused and bit his tongue. "Man nor woman is safe from me... I detest our breed my dear. The only that I find the heart, if that is what you wish to call it, to spare are younglings." Once more she spoke of the flame and the curious moth. A laugh trickled from his lips, Then he regained himself. "Curiosity can be a very dangerous thing indeed. It also can he a good thing if the moment is just right..." he paused moving closer to her for a brief moment and gave her a wry grin. "If the moth dances too close its beautiful wings can get burned... Is that a risk that you are willing to take?" he questioned looking into her orbs. Then she began to speak about her life as a loner and how she gave it up for the pack life. These things made no sense to him. Then again she was not taking orders from another. That was why he would never willingly join a pack. He had quite the issues with taking orders from another. He would not fight another wolves battle just because he was commanded to do so. "Years ago, I held the same title as you. I never sought it out though. My pack was more a family than just a group of wolves," he stated thinking back for a short moment. "I had a family then. Something that I thought I would never have or wanted. Then those that I cared about most... my mate... my children... were taken from me by a betraying beta. I do not seek out a life of servitude. Being a loner has suited me quite well... But to carry on ones bloodlines and story does make a good reason to settle down..." he paused as a smirk drifted onto his features. "Though I am sure not just any brute would satisfy your taste enough to let him mesh bloodlines with yours." He watched her as she settled to the Earth as he had done only moments ago. She questioned him about what he wanted to know about her and he thought about it. There was no real reason as to why he had asked to know about her. Most likely it was to stay on this light tone they had fallen into. Or perhaps it was because he was actually enjoying this conversation. "Anything and everything you are willing to tell this loner. I wish to know about you better..." he said truthfully.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][atrb=width,385,true][bg=black] Clever, clever. Your ever so intruiging I must say Fenrir. I am baffled by the fact I am so interested.. when perhaps not interested (yet), more so captivated and.. oh who am I kidding, interested in who you are. I have never been this curious about another, unless they are my prey. But you, your definitly something else. Something sinister. I have picked up on that much. As well the way you look. I am very observant, as you can see. And I obeserve that twinkle in your eye. Its the same one as the one in mine when I the adrenaline begins to course through my veins. And I let the monster take over, I let my insanity rush through me like a tidal wave. If you know what I speak of, please, humor me. I've never meet one so much like myself. Or well, I don't really know you but I know you kill. I can tell. Like that, you and I are the same. And that's enough for me. Mania's ears popped up as he began to speak and a red hot fury of heat rose form her toes up through her spine up into her cheeks. Her heart began to quicken, and she quickly inhaled. She held her breath, as she tried to contain herself. It had been so long since she had let herself go.. Her eyes closed and began to remember faces of her victims. Flashing like a strobe light in her eyes and she opened her eyes and exhaled. Rules.. of course there were rules. But did they really have to be followed? Mania chose not to. What she wanted to do, was what she wanted. But that was on her own time. She nodded agreeing with him, and she looked away and a little frown came on her face as she felt the ants in her pants crawling. She was itching to kill now that she was thinking about it. She looked back to him and a dangerous smile grew on her lips. "So it seems we are, again, alike." She said and grewed heavily, "We both are monsters, demons by nature." Mania spoke, her tones smoothe, like butter. Her face tilted down and to the side, showing of her feminine face. It was a rarity to see her in this light. Usually, with crude expressions and her lips in a snarl. But here it was soft, feminine, but her eyes.. swirling with a dangerous shine of life. Almost seductive in the way they could see through the eyes of another. She listened to him laugh and she let a half smile grow on her face. She looked down at the dark soil, then back up and spoke, almost in a riddle, "How could you ever say, you've lived, you never take risks?" Mania tilted her head, almost as if it were story time as he spoke. He spoke of betrayal, his children his mate.. his mate. No doubt he still felt for his long gone mistress. No doubt she was pinned up in his brain, a picture that is forever glued there. No use in trying to pry something stuck with super glue off. No? She listened, making a metal note to watch betas. Then he spoke to her about continuing her bloodlines and she smiled at him. "Of course not, he must he strong, brutal, be worthy of ruling my pack beside me, and well," She paused, she thought about how to word her next words. "I must be able to feel for him, and he to me." In other words, love. It could happen, no? She didn't believe in it, as it was a touchy subject. She had not seen much of it as a young child.. Her mother more or a less a slave to her tyrant father. And after her brother left, she became all her father's desires. He taught her everything, and gave her.. her mind disease. She made a 'hmmm' noise and looked at him. He seemed to interested, why not tell him a little. "I would not know where to begin. I am the daughter of a mad tyrant and a enslaved angel, and neither are no more. One thanks to me.." She said and thought again, not really going into detail too much. "I only associate with one sibling, that is my elder brother, Hextor. He and I are the only ones eft that hail to Inkwell. The only ones perhaps brave enough, maybe crazy enough to hail by it." She sighed and grew quiet for a moment. "If there is anything else you wish to know, don't hesitate to ask, my Dear." She stopped then and grinned, "I think, since I told you about me. You tell me about you, Fenrir."

OOC| Sorry it took so long I went out of tate for my birthday then had to make up everything from school. meh.