Misshapen Figures

The forest undergrowth tangled around his dark paws like bear traps. His dark surroundings made his senses come alive, and brought thresh new abilities, and his dark pelt gained  the appearance of a shadow as he made his way through the old forest. He froze for a moment, breathing out a frosty air cloud as he gazed up at the large tree limbs. Upon it sat a large crow who was the color of the night. He cocked his head at the male wolf, and let out a, "Kaw!" Before lifting his magnificent wings of obsidian black outward, fluttering them majestically just for a moment, and soared off to who-knows-where. As he began padding deeper into the dark-hued forest, he could scent death close by. He looked over to see a torn-up rabbit, with blood coating its old brown one. Flies buzzed around it in a pesky manner, and he sneered in disgust and went on. "Obviously death from starvation. Only few know how to take care of themselves." His voice was clearly stated in a disgusted manner. He was not too far off when he heard a large tree branch limb snap in two behind him. Slowly, he turned with a menacing smirk that was quite unpleasant to see, especially when it was for you. "How lovely of you to join me."

{May I join?}


Teresa shrunk into the mist. The wolf had just appeared. She growled a warning to the wolf. Hopefully he wouldn't come to her. She was just leaving. She turned to go when she heard a voice. are you speaking specifically to me? She thought.

The sound of the crow echoed his thoughts for a moment before he heard a growl. He caught sight of the fae, who was padding not too far off. "Now, dearie, it is no time for such a rude gesture." He sat back on his haunches and swiveled out one ear to pick up sounds of nearby prey. "It is quite rude, don't you think? To growl at one who hasn't even been able to introduce themselves yet?" He chuckled maliciously, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. He chuckled again and stared at her with his piercing amber eyes. "Now, don't you think it would also be rude to leave before introducing yourself?" He smiled courteously, in a way once again in that creepy manner of his.

Ridge narrowed his golden-hued optics at her. "I guess you can be that way. What brings you here? Everyone knows no one can find anything here." The brute's obsidian-hued pelt seemed to blend perfectly with the surrounding area as he began to circle her with a menacing glare. He paused behind her, digging his sharp claws into the dirt with a serious growl. He smirked at her with a malicious expression before continuing to circle her, like a hawk would do to a hare before it soared down, capturing it with sharp talons.

Standing up as well, he let out an odd grin. "No need to be uneasy." He flickered his ears and cocked his head to the side slightly. A low growl forming in the back of his throat out of exasperation, he began to circle her once more, inspecting and studying every movement she had made carefully. Skimming the dark area, his golden luminaries narrowed once more and he came to a stop. "As you can see, I don't take new-comers too seriously, or politely." He dug his claws swiftly into the ground, sharply turning his muzzle in a direction facing her. "I am rather swift myself, and I can obviously care for myself." He studied her again with wary eyes. "I couldn't say the same for you, though." His slender figure appeared rather crooked in the dim forest light as he eyed the fae warily.

The brute let a smile creep along his maw. His golden luminaries let off an odd glow as he watched the femora with a light smirk. "I wasn't asking to join you on your journey," he snorted as if it were common knowledge. He could already tell he was onto a fight, and if she wanted to fight, he would surely win. Muscles rippled beneath his dark pelt as his teeth were pointed like daggers. His claws were curved and made for speed and gripping, and he clearly had a slender build made just for this. He stood in front of her, keeping full eye-contact threateningly. He let a low growl erupt from his throat as his dark lips peeled back. "I would never dream of following you. I can live a solitary life." His soft optics turned dark and narrowed. He lashed around, his tail nearly smashing into her muzzle rudely. He leapt up on a rock and sat back on his haunches, still glaring down at her in annoyance.

As the female wolf was walking away, the dark hued masculine climbed to his paws and released a large yawn, his jaws parting. His ear flickered and swiveled out, and he leapt off the rock, landing on the soft grass smoothly, his slender tail whipping to his side. He lifted his muzzle to the sky and closed his eyes, beginning to take in all the different prey scents. His golden luminaries suddenly opened and he knew where his next meal was. He raced after the hare scent, his paws devouring the grass as he swiftly trekked about the land. Letting out snarls, his lips peeled back and his chest moved up and down heavily with excitement for the kill. The hare soon came into view, its head turning towards the male. It jumped up, and in a flash, it too began running. Ridge once again growled and jumped over a fallen log, snatching the rabbit up in his jaws, devouring it in quick gulps. "You can't outrun me," he lowly growled, digging his claws into the rough terrain as blood smeared across his maw.

The brute was ready for another meal. He killed some prey simply for the pleasure of it. He looked around, watching for his next victim. Smirking lightly, he eyed a juicy squirrel that was laying motionless beside a tree. Leaping after it, the squirrel squeaked and ran through the tall forest grasses. When Ridge chased after, he recognized the smell of the wolf he had met before. His ears flattening, he chuckled lowly as he remembered her attitude towards him. His tail flying out behind him, the squirrel swished past her, and Ridge shortly followed after. He jumped, lunging as he made a killing blow.

OOC: May I join?
 
The black brute slunk and weaved between the many trees surrounding him. The overhang of leaves and branches hid his crooked and broken form from prying eyes. He felt relief wash over him from having avoided any parties that "explored" the forest. He glanced around with a worried grimace. He was considered a nomad, he had no home, no families, and no memories. It made to hard to remember anything anymore. He recalled nothing, and when he felt emotions bubble inside him, he brushed it off. They weren't his. He was a lost soul with nothing. His body even felt foreign. A sharp squeal clawed at his ears. He turned with wide crimson eyes. He recognized it as fear, but he could not tell what kind of animal had been filled with such fear to scare away anything around for several tail lengths. With another swallow of worry, Julian trudged forward. The mist was a blank gray color. It shrouded everything, obscuring the land outside it's borders. With it around him he hadn't noticed the light gray fae in front of him. He paused in his gait and put on his skeptical mask. Her muzzle was an off white, but the beauty in her dark gray blue eyes could not be hidden. He kept his muzzle clamped, and remained silent as the stared down continued between them. Eventually the female would speak, wouldn't she?

Teresa stood there. She glared at him. Another wolf? OH COME ON! she thought. "Um..." she muttered, looking behind her. Oh, good, the weirdo wasn't there. She looked back at the new wolf. "hey." she said.

The gray wolf twisted his head to look through her through only his right eye. He favored the ear that heard better. It twitched as she glared in reply. With a forlorn look to the side, Julian nodded slightly in acknowledgement. "Hello, miss..." He mumbled, trailing off. His quiet nature was obvious as another heavy silence settled over him. He was glad for his thick fur. His weak, small frame would make him seem more pathetic than he already was. Resentment burned in the pit of his stomach. 'Half deaf with amnesia...It would have been better to have gotten off with a scar too. I wouldn't seem like a pup in an adult body so much.' He blinked his red eyes wearily. He glanced up again at the female. Her contempt flashed in the back of her gray tinged eyes. An indignant sneer edged on the left side of his muzzle, but he kept the right side blank. "I apologize for almost crashing into you." Julian tried to sound sincere, wiping away the mutual feelings that flared between them. He lifted his head a bit, trying not to see so weak and submissive. Unusually, he was taller then the fae. 'Long spindly legs. So tiny...So easily broken...' He swallowed the growl of anger. 'It's not mine. I have no right to...' He trailed off, his eyes squeezed together tightly. Many masks slid across his muzzle. Too many feelings to handle.

Teresa shifted her feet. "It's fine. You really didn't 'crash' into me." she said, muttering the last part quietly to herself. "So.... if you wouldn't mind, you know, since you crashed into me, telling me your name?" she asked in a haughty tone. She whisked her tail slightly. Her ears twitched as her stomach growled.

The black marked wolf blinked his maroon eyes slowly, bringing himself out of the emotional trance. White dots danced in front of his eyes. He had squeezed his eyes tightly. 'That disorienting...' He finally turned his head to look entirely at the female. With a quiet sigh, Julian nodded, acknowledging her words. 'I suppose it would have been worse if I'd had.' He thought dryly. Smothering a frown, Julian tilted his head slightly, still favoring his right ear. Her haughty voice made his cheek twitch. A sneer would have crept up into his muzzle, but he managed. "I believe you just mentioned me not crashing into you." He whispered looking away the fae. "And I don't take much joy in disclosing my personal information." He muttered, a hollow whistle snaking through his twisted throat. "But since I owe you for that small disturbance, it's Julian." His blood red eyes sharpened slowly. "And you?" He nodded towards the wolf, gesturing for her introduction.

{ OOC: Mhm. Feel free. }

The male wolf had smelt another unfamiliar wolf enter the area. Feeling uneasy, his audits slid back and his tongue swiped at the crimson blood that smeared across his pitch-black coat. Of course, not uneasy as in nervous. As he turned to head out, he turned his head over his shoulder and noticed he had left the hare torn, laying in two pieces. Blood pooled beside it, its eyes opened wide with fear. Ridge snorted, yet felt bad that it had to die with his eyes stretched in fear. He crept down and pushed its head gently, the rabbit's eyelids falling gently. Turning back, he began padding off, following the scent of the unknown wolf. He let out a short growl that shook his throat, signaling any nearby mammals of his presence. His golden luminaries glimmered, holding a look that didn't quite fit the word friendly. "Where could the blasted wolf go?" he muttered under his breath.

Teresa smiled sweetly, and looked behind her with a grimace. She smelt that creep gaining on her. That duggum prick needs to leave me alone! She thought bitterly. She looked back at Julian and sighed. "Teresa." she said. Her voice was laced with kindness, and only had a hint of irritation of the wolf who had threatened her.

OOC: Thanks!

The silver fae now replied kindly. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of attitude, but did not voice his suspicion. He nodded slowly to acknowledge her name, and pricked both his ears at her sudden sigh. A new scent made him scrunch his nose. Blood filled the air, and made Julian feel uneasy. "Teresa." Despite his nervous energy, he let the name roll off his tongue naturally. But the relief was short living, chaotic thoughts clouded his mind. Fear edged toward it, but he suppressed the urge to run. Instead, he shifted his paws, and glanced behind the female with wary eyes. With hesitation, the brute spoke again. "Who...?" He mumbled to the fae vaguely. His maroon eyes narrowed at the mist shrouding them. "Who's been following you...?" He now turned his gaze to Teresa, looking her full on. The air surrounding the female had the intruder's scent, but he could tell the other wolf's frustration was not focused on her. 'I guess this is someone's territory.' The fae also had frustration written on her face, but it was more of anger. Anger at the wolf. 'Is this a lover's dispute?' He thought, giving the female a brief exasperated look. 'No wonder she's so moody.' He thought, frowning inwardly.

Teresa sharply looked over at Julian. "Some wolf. Creepy thing. I wanted nothing to do with it." she said. She had said it instead of he, because really, that's how she felt about him. She shifted nervously and began to look behind her. "Maybe....." but her words trailed off.

The wrinkles on his forehead deepened as she admitted to meeting an unusual wolf. She did not disclose his/her gender. Referring to the wolf as an it. Fear chewed at his stomach, and he tried to his best to focus. "He may be irritable from invasion." He mumbled in reply. The silver female still sounded disgusted. Aloof and unaccepting of foreign persona. 'So what's the kindness from earlier from...?' Nothing popped into his mind, but the thought that the wolf really was some kind of unmannered beast. Whether it was male or female. He heaved his own sigh, hunching over again. His broad shoulders a hump on his awkward frame. The blue eyed fae was anxious. Her shifting paws were easily seen by his downcast eyes. Blinking slowly, the brute looked up at the female again. She cast a look behind her and mumbled a maybe. Julian raised an eyebrow and shifted to stand straight again. "What do you have in mind, Ms. Teresa...?" He wondered aloud, and trailing off monotonously. His bloody gaze shifted to the ground again. Feeling he was being too blatant in his actions. Looking others straight in the eye and speaking on more than one occasion.

Teresa looked behind her. She sighed and turned her gaze towards Julian. "We should be on our way. It was nice meeting you." she said. She begun walking then turned back. "Unless you want to join me.... You know what? Never mind." she said, thinking it was stupid. Her aunt's words echoed in her mind. 'Don't trust someone you've just met!' Is probably what she would say. She inwardly groaned, but wanted to make her aunt proud.

Julian blinked slowly, absorbing the fae's words like a sponge. He flicked his ear at her complement. 'In a way, it was slightly unpleasant...' He thought, breaking the female's gaze in pessimistic thought. The male would be coming, but he continued to watch her retreating paws. He didn't think much of lingering, but there was nothing else out there for him. Beside the chase his attacker had created in the wake of his amnesia. The gray male clenched his teeth in frustration, and his blood roared in his ears. '...I'll take my old life back. Whatever it was.' The female had turned around once he had extinguished the thought. Her words rang in his head in a question. The brute raised an unseen eyebrow, and opened his maw to answer, but hesitated and his ivory teeth shined dully in the foggy light. She quickly denied the offer and Julian shut his muzzle. Irritation and shame radiated off of the female. He tipped his head in another question, but the wolf didn't seem to notice. Taking all the luck in his life, he replied curtly. "You seem to be struggling with something." He had never noticed, but he was lonely. Some things were easily done on your own. But he did not know the joy of others at his side. 'Irrelevant.' He thought, but he did not take back his words, and instead kept going. Unsure where his words would lead him. "It is common curtesy for a male to accompany a female to do her duties." He continued, this time using his usual raspy, monotonous voice. His maroon gaze shifted to the ground infront of his paws. 'Just another excuse...' He thought, guilt weighing in his pelt. 'But honesty...Friendship...Where would it go when I find about myself...?' He wondered glumly.