No Permanent Destiny.

[deseret]

There...beyond the stars...What does this place hold for me? So thought the Varg Deseret as he wandered nowhere in particular. These ruins (of which he didn't know the name) held a certain sanctuary for him. Beyond hope, he stood alone, his muscular form supported by strong-boned legs.
No destiny for me. I have no need. Deseret's eys scanned the stars wonderingly. Maybe no one knew what their beauty meant for him. Perhaps it would always remain unknown,

A cold breeze rooted into his ebony pelt. Deseret growled and shook himself of the reverie. Stupid stars. After all, what good was their light in twilight, when brightness was useless?
"I shall never know hope. Why think about it?" he muttered to himself, desolately. "A lone lupe stands no chance against fate."

Deseret turned, his brush low and his ears pricked. He longed to make a snide remark or ignore something, but rocks and tree didn't care if you hated them, and they were easy enough to ignore.
Traveling...like always. The Post became a blur as Deseret spurred into action and raced away. He didn't want to be enticed by the stars anymore.
Along the way, a lancing pain shot up his right front leg and he stumbled, flipping head over tail about a thron bush. He uttered a dirty oath and wrigglied out of the thicket with a few yelps and whimpers.
At least it wasn't water. He limped towards an abandoned badger set and curled up to yank the nasty throns out of his feet and fur.

[requiem]

Kalus Post. The site of the ruins shook a lone beast to his very core. Standing just on the border of the old human lands was Requiem, a rather unusal looking creature. With only one eye he scanned the destruction of the past, the other long gone from its socket. A cold breeze ruffled the fur of the large brute, and the moonlight made the bits of metal that created his right leg sparkle. A low, nearly inaudiable growl seeped from his throat as he simply stared, no desire to move closer to the buildings and yet no will to run away.

'Why? What purpose do I now serve? Why was I brought back!?' Everything had a reason behind it. At least, Requiem was convinced it did. Years ago he was brought back from the dead, after mercilessly killed by the wretched humans. He didn't recall which of the concrete rubbles had been the building he had been kept in, or even if it was still existent within the barren land. It was rare he found himself wandering to the source of many bitter memories, and standing under the blanket of stars did nothing to ease his wary mind.

"What must I do to fulfill my destiny?" Like the growl his voice was quiet, barely a whisper. It was intended for his ears only. Then again, it wasn't like there was anyone around to hear him. As usual, Requiem was completely alone. The company of others terrified him, and he liked to keep to the shadows. If he didn't see them, they couldn't see him, and peace would remain.

Well, it would remain peaceful as long as he wasn't noticed anyway. A rather unpleasant cry caught the ears of the large Arctic brute, and his head snapped towards its direction. A lone eye trailed the tumbling figure as it squirmed out of a thicket, recognition hitting all of Requiem's senses like a sack of bricks. He wasn't alone. There was another wolf near by, and from the scent and sound of him it was no happy male.

Instantly Requiem's auds pinned themselves to his skull. He crouched low to the ground, trying to hide his cream colored form in the hard earth. That wasn't exactly easy, seeing as the grass was virtually nonexistant and when at his full height he tended to tower over others [of his breed]. Lids snapped closed, hiding a yellow-y gray eye, and the brute's world was consumed in darkenss. A tremble snuck its way across his body, goosebumps hidden beneath fluffy fur. As long as he wasn't noticed, he would be absolutely fine. And he wasn't going to be noticed. Requiem was invisible. No one could see him. There was no way that other brute would take notice of the slightly moving white lump on the ground, because according to Requiem there was no slightly moving white lump on the ground. Requiem was invisible and that was that.

[deseret]

Stupid overgrowth. Why can't the humans be here to take care of it?! Then maybe I won't have to deal with- Deseret's thought cut off track as a scent wafted through his snares without warning. Hmph. Lupine. Leave me alone, he thought, yanking the last thorn our of his footpad. He let out a low yelp of pain and attempted to stand up. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he staggered upwards and limped forward.

A bright patch of white blared at him in the dark. He growled silently and inched forward.
There was another brute like him; an Arctic wolf who appeared to be both younger than Deseret and trying to hide himself. Deseret snorted derisively and turned away.
"I see nothing," he snarled, playing along with the younger lupe. He shook his fur to rid it of any other loose brambles and wandered a short ways away. He settled down on his haunches, his brush drifting a ways behind him. He wagged it slightly but said nothing more; he only fixed his gaze on the arctic fool and watched.

Why am I plagued? Why doesn't everything just leave me alone!?

[requiem]

Requiem's eye creaked open at the sound of the brute's voice, but quickly snapped shut again. 'This one has a bit of intelligence.' Who ever the strange canine was, it seemed he was going to buy into the young brute's delusion. For once, he had managed to pull off being invisible. His large frame went "unnoticed" as the stranger began to wander away.

When no further sounds of movement reached his ears, the brute peeked out from his own darkness again. A few feet away, simply staring at him, sat the stranger. 'Or not... Go away! Leave me alone!' Requiem refused to budge as he closed his eye again, praying whoever the other was would simply grow bored and wander away. The last thing he wanted was any sort of confrontation.

When it came to dealing with others, Requiem was very illequipped. The things the humans had put him through had turned him into quite the coward when it came to dealing with those of his own species. Then again, being used as a punching bag for chemically treated experiments wasn't exactly a job that made one friendly with others. Everyone the brute had ever come in contact with that was a lupine had been vicious, unstable, and rather enjoyed beating the crap out of him. The last one had taken his eye, his leg, and his life.

[deseret]

Deseret sighed. Perhaps this isn't what he really had in mind, as far as ignoring the white brute. He shifted his paws slightly and lowered himself to the ground so that he seemed to be gone.
"You can come out, you coward. I won't hurt you, as I am injured myself at the moment," he called after awhile, lifting his thick brush.
What's up with him? Perhaps those scientists got to him. I hardly remember them, though...They never bothered me. Deseret sniffed the air and blinked morosely. His nose wiggled lightly.
I wonder what the moron looks like under the veil of twilight... the black lupe pondered, heaving himself up.
He wandered closer to the whiteling and bent his head over its prone form. His lips moved away to reveal the tips of fangs. He growled, "Well, get up, you're not invisible..." Deseret was beginning to think that this wolf was only an overgrown whelp. He growled again and nudged the lupe with his nose.
Goodness, why do I even bother? This one has only one eye to his entire form! Why do I get this kind of response!?

[requiem]

Cracking his eye open again, he saw no sight of the other wolf. He could still smell the brute though, and therefore didn't move. Several minutes later and the sound of the voice confirmed that Requiem wasn't alone. 'No thread? Don't care. Go away!' Had he not still believed he was invisible, he would have spoken his thoughts aloud. He still clung to a bit of hope, however, that he hadn't been noticed and really would be left alone.

All of his hopes were crushed the moment the other brute came closer. He was speaking again, and Requiem tried to make himself small than he already was, if that was possible. He maybe managed to shrink one extra centimeter, but it wasn't enough to make him truely dissapear and mesh with the earth. And that brute didn't seem to want to go away either. The white male felt a cold nose lightly pressing on his side, and that was the final straw.

With a cry of surprise and panic, the large white male leapt away from the other with as much speed and grace as he could. His unnatural limb landed with a thud on the hard earth, a bit of the visible metal glinting in the moon and starlight. Requiem fought to keep the growl forming in his throat at bay as his tail curled between his legs. His auds refused to raise from their flattened position, and his one eye roamed the form of the even larger brute before him. Requiem was big for his breed, yes, but there were other wolves that were indeed larger than he.

There he stood in all his mutilated glory, simply staring at the other wolf who stood beneath the stars. He was still a bit to scared to speak, but with a few deep breaths he managed to calm himself enough to get out a few phrases. The brute had said he was no threat, after all. Unfortunately, Requiem just happened to see all wolves as treats.

"You should not mock that which you do not understand." It was a response to the way he had interperted the other's tone. The white brute did not take lightly to being called a coward, and he especially didn't like it when it was stated that he was not invisible. Requiem would have loved it if he really were invisible. It would save him from the many curious stares he often received due to his appearance, and it would definately make his contact with others virtually zero. He would be left completely on his own in perfect company with his thoughts. Yes, if he were invisible his life would be so much easier.

[requiem]

When he received no responce, Requiem looked at the other brute more cuiously. It almost seemed as if the male had gone into some sort of a trance or something, the way he stood there and stared at nothing in particular. In all truth, it unnerved Req. First that brute had decided it wanted to foil his litting invisiblity trick, and now it was completely ignoring him. How rude!

With a snort of disdain, Requiem turned on his heel and began to stride away. If there was no conversation to be had, he saw no point in sticking around such a wretched place. There were too many horrible memories for the Arctic male hidden within the depths of Kalus Post. The less time spent around the crumbling buildings, the better.

Dragging his tail behind him, the one eyed brute ambled away from the stranger. He barely made any sounds, aside from the occassional clink of his metal limb against a hard stone. It wasn't long before his large white form completely faded from view. Where was Requiem headed? He didn't know. He simply planned on wandering around on his own for a while until he found something of interest.

OoC: The thread has been inactive for 3 weeks. I am declaring it dead.