King of his own world [open]

[mainyu]

The day was getting on and was getting close to dusk now. A lone red wolf male could be seen walking down the sand beach with a limp rabbit hanging from the male's jaws. The rabbit had come to a very quick death. Mainyu had leaped on it and the rabbit had died from the huge scare and plus, he had jumped on it's neck which broke it. Of course he had not just picked it up and trotted off with it, he had picked it up and shook it violently to make sure it was nice and dead before he walked off with his head high and his prize clamped between his two jaws. Now he was walking down the warm sand towards a large rock that rested a little higher up on the beach.

He leaped up the rock and laid down on the warm surface to began eating his prize. A large bird soon flew down and began to move closer to try and steal away some scarps, but Mainyu though otherwise. The aggressive wolf leaped over the rabbit at the bird, it almost escaped just fine, just missing a mouthful of feathers while were clamped in the jaws on the one eyed male. The black feathers were spit out and he returned to his food. Once he was done with the body, his teeth hooked the ribs and he flung the body out into the air which then hit the sand. Soon birds were fighting over the body.

Paws were square and his head was held up in a proud manner with his blue eye watching the bird fight over the scraps. His other socket held nothing except a little dirt in it which would soon cause infection if he didn't do anything to get it out. An ugly scar ran down the right side of his face as well, a fight had ripped the eye out and left that ugly scar as well. Bloody muzzle tipped back and his long drawn out howl filled the air. It was scared or lonely, not even one that said he wanted company, just one telling those around that he was in fact here and to watch their backs. He was not one who would take to new wolves. In fact he tended to scrap with them when they entered his vision. The wolf kept his head up as he moved to the edge of the rock and watched the waves crashing into the sand below him.

[stadraor]

A sly, silent femme crept across the terra, her purple and brown orbs settling lightly on a brute not far away. Stadraor smiled briefly, her tail twitching lightly in the wind as she strolled towards the other loner. The red wolf was cute; a typical brute that she would seek. And what made things better was that he was out here on his own. Isolated. If it weren't for the strand of honor I still had, this would be too easy, she thought, drawing closer to the other wolf as the sound of her pawsteps achieved a perfect rhythmn.

He would spot her soon. Stadraor was seeking company; simply a wolf to chat with. Perhaps this would also be a wolf that she could use for her benefit. She was never sure until she had conversed with them. However, brutes had a knack of melting in her paws. If only this was the same territory that she had spent her life in, things would be easier. Alas, fate had drawn her away from her homeland. Things would be different here. How different, she couldn't say. But if there was one thing that Stadraor knew, it was that no matter what, she would fight her way to the top of the food chain once more. So, this is a beautiful place, she observed, glancing along the coastline and listening as the waves slapped against the coast, sending a shower of crystal droplets in the air to reflect against the sun's light.

Ah, the beauty of this place. It was rare that nature would seem so giving, so friendly to all its inhabitants. Stadraor had grown used to the constant roar of thunder in the distance and the thick, gloomy clouds overhead. It was nice that, for once, the sun happily danced above in the sky, its golden rays plummeting towards the earth and warming her marbled coat. "Oi!" she called out, her ears erect and her tail swooshing lazily behind her. She would rather the brute hear her coming than try to attack her because she materialized from nowhere. Though that seemed to be a particular talent of hers, she really didn't feel like getting attacked by some easily frightened wolf. After all, she wasn't sure how the others in this land would treat her.

Hopefully the other wolf heard her. She pranced right up to him, dropping her hindquarters to the summer-heated sands and smiling with a radiant glow. Stadraor was by no stretch of the imagination an overly friendly wolf. But it had been quite some time since she'd had a conversation, and she was craving a little wolven contact. Maybe I can find someone to stick with for a while, she mused, her coat twitching lightly as she watched the brute. He was arger than her, but barely. Plus, she had a weight advantage. If he were to, for some reason, attack her, she would be a worthwhile target. They were quite nicely sized; both stretching around thirty or thirty one inches high. The red wolf was quite cute, Stadraor had to admit, but definitely not her type. Though she hadn't spoken to him, she guessed him to be quite a violent wolf, as were most brutes. Stadraor did not wish to solve problems with violence, but if any situation would come to it, she was not one to back down.

Those who had fought this rogue femme knew better than to try it again. Stadraor rarely lost; when she lost, it was most often to much larger brutes. However, she was crafty. Brutes were her main hobby; manipulating, leading on, simply messing with their minds. She would not try anything until she knew how the inhabitants of this land reacted, though. It wasn't exactly the wisest decision to act normal if there was a potential danger there.

The femme's brown and purple orbs settled on the brute, watching his movements closely and mapping the techniques in her mind. This brute, as his scars told, was a winner; one who fought and terrorized. He did not appear to be the kindest wolf, but she was desperate for some conversation. Even if it ended nastily, she could still walk away with the knowledge of this brute and how to deal with him if they would ever meet in the future. This was her pattern; observe, learn, and repeat. She would not allow herself to be duped by a wolf's tricks more than once.

As a chilly breeze swept across the beach, sand whirled into the air, leaving a delicate film across Stadraor's back and down to her tail. She shook her coat fiercely, spraying the dusty substance back into the air and away from her. She watched with some amusement as the red wolf on the rocks let out a warning howl. As if you have any power here, she thought with a snort.

[mainyu]

Mainyu had been to busy to look around really while he had been eating and so the female was out of view for most of her venture towards the large rock. "Oi!" His head jerked towards the sound, bloody fur was plastered around his muzzle and his lips curled a little to expose his yellow teeth. The blue orb watched as she moved over and sat in the sands, her eyes were two different colors while Mainyu had two blue eyes, well, at one time he had.

She didn't appear to be that much smaller, maybe a little heavier, but that was it. Muscle weighed more than fat and so he wasn't sure if she had more muscle or fat, but for now he would give her a chance since she didn't appear as a threat. Although if need be Mainyu would be willing to fight, for now he had just eaten and so he just wanted to relax with his full stomach.

With a light jump, his pads pushed him from the rock onto the ground, at that time she had just shaken and some sandy dust caught him in the face. The male sneezed and then began to move around the female, just looking her over, his eye running down her fur for a half circle before he turned around. Although he had turned his empty socket to her, he kept his ears alert in case she would decide to strike while he couldn't see her.

When he reached her front again, the male settled down on the sand, his tail strewn out behind his haunches. Front paws were placed under him a tad bit so he could hold his head up and turned a little better to fully view her in his eye. He has also placed his paws so that they were facing the female's front paws. Bloody muzzle was held up a little to the right so his eye was in full view. This way, he could keep an eye on her and be ready in case she moved in attack.

He was going to give this a shot, normally he wouldn't sit around and talk, but he would try for now. If he didn't like it or a fight erupted, then fine, he would have his fun. "Do you have a reason for being here or do you normally just go and sit near an unknown male?" His voice was rather gruff and sort of unused, but that was the way it was. Paws shifted his weight just a little bit while he remained watching her with his one eye. No name would come yet, if she wanted to know that, the female would just have to wait for it because he wouldn't just offer it up.

[stadraor]

Stadraor simply sat quietly as the unfamiliar brute approached her, circling her once or twice. A sly smile crept across her maw; this was exactly the cautious, untrusting wolf she had once been. It seemed as if no one held an ounce of trust in their wolven bodies anymore. Could a femme no longer approach another lone wolf for a light hearted conversation without something being up? She snorted lightly at the brute's words. His coarse, unfriendly voice did not frighten her. It took way more than the irritated words of a brute to get her riled up. Right now, she was simply looking for some company, maybe a little bit of harmless fun.

"Why yes, I do," Stadraor retorted sarcastically with a smirk. This brute would not have the satisfaction of the last word. She was not going to allow him to get the better of her in a conversation, or even in a fight if it came down to it. The brute's body language suggested he was ready to fight as well. The fae, her brown and purple orbs looking him over momentarily, was not intimidated in the least. Perhaps he would make a good conversation wolf, perhaps he could make a good fighting adversary. Either way, she would get a little bit of action today.

The multi-colored femme stood slowly, careful not to mislead the brute into thinking she was about to attack. "Is it a crime to enter the free lands and speak with another lone wolf?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, of course; she didn't expect an answer, and if he answered that, he was bound to catch hell from her maw. She didn't feel like dealing with another smart mouthed wolf. She had enough of a smart mouth for everyone and then some.

Tail twitching lightly behind her, Stadraor yawned. This land was boring her so far. What had she done to deserve being seperated from her family all those years ago? The wolves here, judging from the loner brute before her, were not friendly. Sure, they had been at war with the nearby pack from as long as Stad could remember, but at least she could call it home. Then again, she had hardly lived here at all before she'd lost everything she had ever known. And now this brute was trying to tell her that she couldn't spend time in the only area available to her without having to fight off an entire pack of other wolves? I don't think so, she thought crossly, her lids slipping over the intense orbs as she narrowed her eyes.

Her original approach had been harmless. She only sought for company, for a little contact with other wolves. Then this red wolf snapped at her for simply approaching. I am wiser than to get myself into a situation I can't handle. He seems to find me weak, she thought irritably.

Well, if it came down to it, Stadraor would prove that this was not the case. She was strong, a fighter at heart. Someday, she would return to her home and, if necessary, slaughter every member of that other pack to prove it, to release her pack from the war that plagued their minds everyday. "I am Stadraor. I don't appreciate how you have spoken to me," she returned the gruff tone that the brute had spoken to her in. That was not going to be acceptable.