Breaking the Silence [open]

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Wisps of memories danced within Teivel's thick skull, the majority of them were of his life in the Northeastern forests of Canada. A memory flickered across his unconscious brain of his sister hauling her very first kill towards his father who was sitting beside his mate, proud. Small remembrances similar to this played like short films inside of him, him being completely unaware of reality. He saw his father teaching him the importance of dodging, rather than trying to block the hit, and he invisioned his brother slipping away early in the morning to meet with his female friend. Pain seeped its way into the Bruce's nerves, and at first he thought he was regretting the time when he teased the runt about the femme he met with every day, only to form yet another strand of tension within the family. However, this was not the source of his growing pain that was now clearly originating from his broad chest.

Breathing, he was breathing. After almost an hour of complete darkness, he thought for sure that he was dead, and his body was separated from his spirit, sinking to the pitch black depths of the salty ocean. But, that could not be true if he was breathing. No, he was still living, he was alive. Each heaving breath became more and more defined, sending a lightning bolt of pain through his system. Through all of the chaos of his ocean encounter, he had not been aware of the amount of water he had both swallowed and inhaled. Now, it was coming back to bite him, or better yet burn him. The burning sensation in his chest was becoming almost unbearable now, but he had no control over his muscles.

After a good ten minutes of further darkness, his eyelids finally lifted, revealing his beautiful green orbs. His vision was clouded and blurred, and his eyes burned from the exposure to salt an hour or so before. A groan escaped his muzzle, and he used every ounce of strength to pull his weight into a sitting position, not wanting to stand too soon. He was dizzy and dazed, and he did not have any idea of what could be surrounding him. He could feel the grains of sand beneath his paws, and his audits heard the soothing sound of waves washing upon the shore, the sound seeming so sloes that the water may have been lapping at his tail. As his eyesight cleared up slightly, he could confirm the information his other senses had collected, he was in fact on a beach. Another stinging pain ripped through his muscular body. The last time he was on a beach, humans had enclosed him into a metal barred cage and kept him aboard the ship for months.

Before searching the area for lurking creatures, his head lurched forward and he vomited nearly a gallon of sour smelling water onto the sand. He felt much lighter now, and he stood up and tested taking a few steps away from the mess he had made in the sand. His joints felt weak and wobbly in the beginning, but he soon felt capable of walking at a fairly quick pace. He scanned the beach with his green eyes darting into every crevice in the area, and as he spun around to check the area behind him he nearly had a heart attack. A large, orange feline with black streaks painted across his damp pelt was standing not twenty feet away from Teivel. A defensive growl erupted from deep within the brute's throat, his hackles raising. "Get away from me, kitty!" The wolf was in no way afraid of the beast that was more than double his size, he just wanted his ugly face out of his sight before he vomited again and made a fool of himself.

The large cat chuckled a deep laugh and took a step closer to Teivel, his snake like tail flicking back and forth. "Settle down, wolf. I have no intentions of eating you - not yet." A smirk appeared among the tiger's mouth, he obviously believed this was a joke. Teivel glared at the stranger, his muscles remained tense and his jaw clenched tight, bearing his white fangs. But, he said nothing. The Bengal Tiger continued, not dazed one bit by the smaller animal's aggressive actions. "My name is Ekon. I was also held hostage aboard the human ship. I did not want to leave a dying creature alone on this foreign beach, not when it looks so delicious." His eyes gleamed with humor, and he sat in the sand, using his tongue to rid his fur of the grains of salt and sand.

Teivel was outraged. "Who is this feline to spit out rude jokes to a wolf such as me? I must put a stop to this nonsense." The brute was not a fan of this cat's confidence, and he sourly spat out his next words. "My name is Teivel, and I think you should shut your mouth and return to your revolting cleansing methods elsewhere. You have no reason to stick around, do you?" It wasn't meant to be a question, it was more of a gesture meant to shoo the animal away. He had no business watching the Tundra/Arctic wolf and he was simply aggravating the brute with his presence. Usually wolves backed down when they saw his muscular figure and nasty scars, but this creature remained as confident as ever. Another laugh escaped the tiger's muzzle, and he responded without the slightest hint of becoming weakened. "Hmm, a little harsh don't you think? To be honest with you, I was hoping we could explore this land together. No other animal washed ashore, and I'd much rather spend my time with an angry little guy than become solitary."

Teivel was somehow soothed by Ekon's words. They assured him that his siblings had not arrived on the beach, so he had no way of rescuing them from danger. He was unhappy about this, for sure, but it also meant he would be relieved of the stress of watching over them for now. Later on, he would probably regret the relief, and get crazy stressed for this reason only. Plus, this creature wanted to travel alongside Teivel, which perked the wolf's curiosity a bit. No, he was not very fond of Ekon, but he could certainly serve as a form of protection. Not that he needed any, but he could easily take advantage of the intimidating cat in many ways. "I suppose you could come along, kitty." His voice was calmer now, but a rough undertone lined the words. The tiger nodded in agreement, though Teivel could tell he did not like his new nickname. An evil looking smirk appeared upon the brute's muzzle and he decided he would definitely use the kitty nickname often.

The large wolf took the sudden silence to finally have a good look around the beach. The sand was a mixture of dirty brown sand and the beautiful white that felt softer to his paws. The water that continued to crash onto the beach every few moments was a peaceful turquoise color and a calming ocean breeze was blowing around Teivel and Ekon. "It's disgusting how utterly perfect things seem, no matter how awful the situation. Cossette would love it." An internal smile peaked through the darkness, reminding him of his sister running carelessly along the beach. That was, until, she ran into the humans. The slight happiness had vanished and Teivel returned to his emotionless state.

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The temperature was perfect, not too warm nor too cool, but resting somewhere with a consistency that was absolutely perfect for the day. The cloud shrouded the sun and deflected some of its heat from her pelt. The waves crashed gently upon the beach, ruffling bits of sea glass and shells upon the gentle white sand. The grains darkened as the water came down on it, drenching it, weighing it down and holding it in place, making in far sturdier than the pure white grains that littered the rest of the area. The breeze was calm, enough to tousle her fur to and fro as she laid there calmly. The tree she laid beneath provided her sufficient shade, sufficient calmness as she bled. There was grass beneath her, mottled with the sand, but it didn't help her. She loathed the beach, hated every fiber that it was made up of. Why had she bothered sticking around the area then? Why had she wandered back to this place?

Serynia was rather delirious. The blood seeping steadily into her beautiful fur was giving her a headache. It was nothing too serious and it wasn't the only part of her body bleeding. The worst was just her forehead where that blasted male had knocked her into a rock. She had been lucky in that fight with that loner, managing to stave him off before he made a cowardice move in throwing her against the stones to make his escape. He had given her a few scratches and bites that bothered her, but her head had impacted the stone's jagged surface just right to cause her a very large headache and quite a bit of blood loss. She forced herself to sit up enough to get a decent look of her surroundings, but it took several minutes of blinking to get rid of the blurry film of sleep that clouded her silver eyes, making it difficult to make any sense of the visual around her. Her head pounded horribly as well. There was no sensation of vomiting, though, so she knew she was just fine.

The Mackenzie Valley femme gave a glance around to her surroundings, finding just about everything normal. Just about. The only thing incredibly off about the situation was the scene not too far down the beach from where she had propped herself up into a sitting position. Everything about it had practically convinced her she was going half mad from the loss of blood she had suffered. A wolf upon the beach's shores was not anything in particular to worry about, though it wasn't the scarred brute that bothered her. She blinked the crust of blood encasing one side of her eye away, as if only to ensure she was far from dreaming or delirious at all. "What the hell..." A giant cat. She'd seen smaller ones, domestic ones that resided in the homes of humans and soaked up the lavishness of their pampered lives. This thing, though, seemed quite far from being a mere house cat. Massive, orange and black. Something about it made the chill shoot down her spine, specifically when the two didn't rip one another apart.

Serynia merely gave her head a light shake and heaved herself to her feet all the way, rustling her pelt with any movement she made. Small twinges of soreness rocketed through the skin, causing her a slight discomfort. While she hated the beach, it was a bit of a blessing to end up here. Salt would keep the wounds from getting infected and would also provide her with a bath while she was at it. The wolf and the giant cat were only a small ways away. What was to keep them from killing her, running at her and taking her down? Nothing was stopping them, but when she stared at them, they seemed to be less native to the area. Granted, she was freshly new here by only a few weeks, almost a full month at this point. She certainly hadn't gone very far. The thought came to her mind that maybe this would be a good opportunity to make a traveling partner out of them; every fiber in her being screamed for her to do otherwise, to turn tail and run, to keep them out.

She never listened.

Serynia forced herself to move, pushing her limbs with the practically useless muscles in her body. They didn't want to cooperate with her, seemingly from the exhaustion she suffered in fighting against that coward of a male earlier. Her body was wracked with small pains and covered in blood. She had to say first impressions weren't important enough to her to make her at all care about this. The blood on her head she would clean off later. Her wary approach to the pair was obvious, and she remained a good ten feet away for safety purposes. "Not entirely sure what I'm looking at here, though my best guess is a couple of drowned rats..." They certainly looked as such. They had both clearly been in the water recently, even the small amounts of dew remaining on the cat's pelt told her that. She was convinced she wasn't too harmed, capable of noticing it. "Enjoy your swim?" In no particular way did she actually care and it was more of a sarcastic remark, but conversations hadn't ever been a strong point. She was not the most likeable wolf in the world.

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Anger was bubbling up inside of him. Teivel was not exactly fond of the turn of events upon his arrival to this foreign land. A tiger, was that the best thing that could have been given to him? Was it really that hard to allow the brute to wash up with his own kin instead of this wretched creature? Apparently it was. And for some reason, Tei had decided it would be best to keep the feline around. A low moan escaped from deep within the brute's throat. This was a mess that he had not wanted to be a part of. He wished to be back on that awful ship, it was better than what was unfolding before him. Even if this was the 'promised land' of Anikira, he did not want to live here with this creature. But, he had already stuck his snout too deep into the Bengal's business, and he had already allowed him to remain on the beach thus far. And he had already given him permission to travel alongside himself. Could the situation get any worse? Yes, it could.

The awful stench of a female canine mixed with salty blood filled his nostrils and clouded his skull. His fur prickled and his muscles tensed, he was not in the mood for a stranger to simply wander up to him right now. Whoever this wolf was better have a decent explanation for approaching him on this beach. His green orbs pierced Ekon for his own reaction to the scent, and absorbed the cat's sudden smirk and flick of the tail as a notification of the new animal's prescience. Teivel whipped himself around so he was now looking at the newcomer, teeth bared and tail held high in the breezy air. It was clear that he was not looking forward to whatever this female wanted to say. She was nearly ten feet away, which was a smart choice because the large brute was not sure he could control his actions anymore. The sight of blood dripping from the Mackenzie Valley femme's head was not pleasant to him at all. Couldn't this bitch have at least cleaned herself up before appearing before him? He had thought that was a given, but apparently this stranger believed otherwise.

His mind blared a sound of alarm in response to her sarcastic remarks. A low growl erupted from the male, his hackles raising in further disgust. Was this stranger seriously going to speak with him this way? She obviously had no clue what kind of wolf she was dealing with. "And what do you suppose I am forced to be looking at? An ugly bitch who picked a fight with a raccoon maybe?" His lips curled in amusement towards his own remarks and his claws dug into the soft sand beneath his paw pads. He was just warming up. "Surely you would have learned your lesson about sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, wouldn't you?" His tone was gruff and serious. This was his attempt of ridding this female from his view, though he wasn't positive if he would succeed considering the result of trying to shoo the tiger away from him.

Now that his brain had surfaced to the remembrance of the giant feline that still loomed behind him, he wondered why the male had not decided to make his own sarcastic comment. He seemed to have plenty to say earlier. To be honest, Teivel was glad that he had decided to remain silent, he could take care of this matter on his own. Of course, as if right on cue, Ekon decided to open his mouth. "Greetings, stranger. I apologize for my... friend's comments. He can be quite the sour puss, can't he?" Tei could hear the smirk on that cat's face and it caused his somewhat calm composure to sky rocket. He didn't dare break his stare with the stranger who stood before him, but if she was not present this tiger wouldn't have been so lucky. "Look who's talking, kitty." He had managed to contain most of his rage, only a hint of it could be heard through his rough voice but what was there was mostly annoyance. They were not friends, and Ekon was the pussy cat not him.

Teivel's vivid green orbs took in every detail about the femme, and he liked what he saw. Her pelt was a mixture of varying shades of light and dark grey with an undertone of light brown in places. Her eyes were a dull sort of grey color, nothing special. What stood out the most to the large brute was her size and the semi-dried blood that coated patches of her fur. She was smaller than he was, plus she was clearly weakened by the amount of blood loss that had occurred. He did not have to worry about losing a fight if one happened to begin, though he never would've doubted his own abilities otherwise.

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The male was lucky she was even bothering with his presence in the first place. Most any other day, she would have happily gone about her business without a word unless he attempted to make contact with her. Even then, few words would have been exchanged. She was not a social person in the slightest, having introverted herself from any emotion and contact possible merely a year ago, maybe slightly more. What she had been through had caused her to revert into herself to avoid any more pain that could be caused to her. There were still things that could damage her, sure, but those things were secrets that remained tightly locked away in her head in the deepest and darkest place. That was a place no one had gotten to in such a long time, and it wasn't something she intended to give away anytime soon. Perhaps, at this point, her interest was more focused on the fact that he was in company with a giant feline, one of massive proportions.

Serynia had kept her distance from the clearly frazzled male, having no intentions of getting in two fights in the same day. Not that she wasn't entirely confident in her ability to survive against someone, anyone for that matter. She didn't want to deal with the aftermath of the ordeal, considering her current state. The blood was dried in patches on her pelt but it bothered her not, and she didn't want to attempt cleaning herself in the ocean where the salt would burn her and make it hurt worse, even though it would prevent any kind of infection. She would go to the nearby river as soon as she was done here. The Mackenzie Valley femme had no reaction to his bared teeth, his raised hackles. One too many times had she seen such things on wolves, most of whom she had known, and most of whom she'd needed to kill. Murder was something she was trying to steer clear of. "Get over yourself, you're not intimidating anyone." The words were a mere mutter upon her breath, clearly in no mood to deal with his attitude.

The femme released a small snort at his sarcastic remarks. "I only reflect the hideousness I look at first." Raccoon? There weren't even any of those in these parts. They tended to reside more so in the forests and such, and if she was aware of that and he wasn't, she was quite tempted to release the sarcastic remark on her tongue of his stupidity. "A grey brute. Bastard ran away when I left him in a bad condition, but at least his looks were more well-kept than yours when I was through with him." She had left the creature in a horrible position, losing more blood than she had herself. She usually didn't speak so much to strangers, but there was something incredibly tempting about messing with the male in front of her that was too good to resist. The female never really learned her lessons too well, tending to stick her nose into the dangerous things without warning, because she liked to do it. It was fun.

"Where I stick my nose is none of your damn business, mother-dearest." There was a sweet chime to the end of her tone, hanging there like a threat, but also in an ironic way that was painfully sarcastic. It was rather entertaining for her to see his reactions to the things she said and did, no doubt a defense of hers. Her silver eyes flicked over at the cat as he spoke, and after a moment's deliberation, she dipped her head in greeting to him, though gave him not even a smirk. "It seems you are quite right....cat." She wasn't exactly so sure what he even was, as he was not anything she had ever even seen before. Sure, there had been the domestic cats and the bobcats and the cougars that were in the areas where she had lived before arriving here. They had not ever been quite as large nor quite as...colorful as this one here. Every hair on her body tingled, warning her of the danger, but it intrigued her more or less.

Serynia returned the scrutinizing gaze, glancing over them both with a particular carelessness in her gaze. She was already not fond of them, though had no intention of leaving them any time soon. Hardasses as they were, she needed someone to communicate with and, as far as she was concerned, they could use what experience she had with these lands. Beyond this area, though, there was little experience she did have. They didn't need to know that though. "What kind of feline are you? Where I come from, they all resemble the earth they walk on." There was a faux curiosity in her voice, wondering almost genuinely about the cat's origin. She did switch her gaze back to the wolf, though, tilting her head in the slightest as though to pose her earlier question. "No need to be so childish, mother-dearest. Did you or did you not enjoy your swim?" She had attempted conversation, though it seemed like he wasn't so up for keeping with it.

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This bitch was now becoming more of a persistent annoyance rather than simply stupid. Actually, she was both. First, she had wandered her ugly ass up to a dangerous feline and himself, whom she should be even more afraid of. Then, she had insisted on referring to the pair as drowned rats. And even after it was crystal clear to her that Teivel did not wish for her to remain standing in her place atop the sandy beach, she stayed. A second growl ripped through his throat, in response to her sly comment about him not intimidating anybody. If she wasn’t rattled by his scars, size, and obvious displeasure of her presence, so be it. It was her mistake, and he should not be blamed later on if she should decide to cross the line. His green orbs narrowed until only slits of emerald appeared. This female had no idea of what this brute was capable of, she had no idea how many lives he had already taken and how many more he wasn’t afraid to take.

’So this wolf has decided to call me ugly? Does she have any idea about what I have gone through to arrive upon this continent? I think not.’ He wasn’t even the slightest bit amused by her remark, and instead of reacting harshly he decided to take another approach: silence. The Arctic and Tundra brute contained his snarls through a clamped jaw and prickling fur. But, after she spat out her excuse for presenting herself bloodied and beat up, Teivel could not take it any longer. With a cold laugh, he broke the sweet silence with another sour response. ”I’m sorry darling, did you hit your head on your way over here? I’m pretty sure you are hallucinating. No brute with any common sense would leave such an ugly creature alive to pollute the continent.” His voice rang out with a sarcastically concerned tone that was thrown out to mock the obnoxious bitch. If she continued on like this much longer, she would be lucky if she got away with that muzzle still attached to her face. It certainly wasn’t spewing out any useful information.

The Mackenzie femme’s sweet words slapped him across the face like poison. ”Oh are we playing pretend now? If I’m the mother, you must be the obnoxious pup who may or may not end up accidentally drowning in the ocean over there in a few minutes.” The stubborn male ignored the actual statement made by the stranger and focused in on the name she had called himself by. How mature was this canine acting in a hostile situation, pulling out the mommy name. He watched as Ekon had perked her interest, and he was somewhat glad he would not be the only one with the burden of speaking to the femme. The tiger introduced himself calmly with no extra stuffing or blabber. He was acting very to the point, almost like he did not want to intrude, though he already had. ” My name is Ekon, it is a pleasure to meet you.” His last words were directed towards Teivel, in a tone that almost said “see, it isn’t hard to just be nice.”

An exasperated sigh parted through his lips at the sound of the canine asking about the cat’s origin. The large brute wasn’t nearly as curious about either of the beings that stood before him. A throaty chuckle came from Ekon and he answered in a very informative tone. ”I am what you call a Bengal Tiger. I come from a faraway land known as India, but I assure you that the dirt there is not made up of shades of orange and black. My stripes are meant to resemble the shadows of tall grass to allow me to stalk prey more efficiently.” In Teivel’s mind, that was incredibly stupid. How was a bright orange, insanely large feline supposed to hide himself away from any sort of prey? Maybe a blind rat, but otherwise the wolf had not the slightest idea how some black stripes could conceal the orange pelt.

His next words escaped his maw in the form of a snarl. ”My swim was swell, honey bunches. Are you ready for your turn?” Using the little pretend game factor a second time, he couldn’t resist threatening to drown her once more in return. This bitch really didn’t seem to be learning anything today. If that didn’t change, she couldn’t even imagine what was in her future. He was well past the annoyed stage at this point, now he was plain furious. And a few more smartass remarks would achieve the highest level of the brute’s anger. The one where there would be fewer words, and more actions.

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i tried so hard and got so far
but in the end it doesn't even matter

SERYNIA

He could call her whatever name he wanted, throw whatever insult he felt could damage her pride, her ego. The problem was the shield that she had thrown up so hard to block out anything harmful that did come her way. Betrayed time and time again, every moment of pain had built a barrier, a massive stone wall that kept the rest of the pain out. The wall had been up for so long that she had practically stopped feeling. She still felt, but she didn't feel. Emotions existed within her, boiling in their cauldron deep inside of her, but they didn't reveal themselves. The filter was too dirty, too damaged to let anything else through. It was a protective mechanism she was used to using against everyone. If someone managed to make her care, they would have her undying loyalty, but it had been a very long while since anyone had managed. Fear was not something she outwardly showed either, and it was not something scented on her. It was one of those things that took so much longer to get through that filter. This made her unpleasant.

Serynia felt her brow rise slightly at the statement. More childish insults? This was rather pathetic and boring. She would have to step up and stop being the child first, it seemed. Granted, the statement gave her heart a small twinge, but very small. "It seems I am not ugly enough, then. I have been targeted before, but it makes no difference, because no one has succeeded." She sat back on her haunches and shifted her paws in the sand slightly. Her head pounded a bit and she was quite tempted to leave then and there. Why she didn't baffled her to no extent, but she would figure it out eventually. She needed some kind of companion in the damned place and it would be better if they weren't to get too attached. "But, please, don't let me stop your childish antics. Carry on." Her tone was oddly cool, indifferent.

The Mackenzie Valley femme almost had the urge to snort at the comment. Accidentally drown? The idea was ridiculous. She had swam here after being thrown of that barge. She was sure she would be fine enough, and he couldn't force her if he tried. She was a hell of a fighter and did not give up easily. The amount of wolves she'd murdered to keep herself alive was proof enough of that. "If you could manage to get me under the water, I would drag you down and escort you to the gates of hell with me." Again, the lack of emotion in her voice was tending to make it difficult for anyone to figure out if she were joking or meant it. She meant it, even though she did not see him doing it. Her attention returned to the massive cat, finding him far more interesting, hospitable, and likeable than the wolf beside him. Part of her wanted the cat to swipe the canine's head with his massive paw.

Bengal? She had heard talk of such creatures before, but had never seen one up close. Part of her wanted to touch his fur and sniff at. Her curiosity was overruled by her indifference once again. She had gone far down that black hole that she could not pull herself out of, it seemed, perhaps something would change down the road. "I have heard talk of felines like you, but have never seen one up close. I must say, as far as looks and hospitality goes, you're on the higher end of things." She cast a glance at the abrasive male nonchalantly. She was already enjoying the cat's company far more that the canine's. Which was odd to her, because she had heard tales of cats and dogs never being able to get along. She didn't necessarily see why, but her immediate assumption was that it was a method of survival.

Serynia stared, bored, at the male. Was he really continuing on with that? How incredibly dull and repetitive. "I have made no aggressive notions towards you, so why the abrasive temper? I was merely presenting myself in a non-threatening manner to the newcomers. You won't make any friends this way. You'll get yourself killed." She always kept her stance neutral, tried to keep as many allies as she had enemies. She had no particular wish to piss anyone off at her so much that they would hunt her down to kill her. She kept her neutral stance on everything to make sure of that sort of thing, but did pleasure herself in irritating someone every now and then. Not to this extent, though. This male seemed to have a problem with her and she had done nothing wrong, though she usually greeted most people with some form of insult. She had merely spoken what she had seen. It was yet another unlikeable feature about her: sheer bluntness.


"serynia speaking" - #8B755C
"serynia thinking"
"others speaking"
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NOTES: i enjoy her meh-ness

i had to fall to lose it all
but in the end it doesn't even matter

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This Mackenzie Valley femme puzzled the brute to the point that his entire brain felt as if it had been jumbled up. Every insult, every cruel word that escaped his maw, none of that was phasing the wolf one bit. It was as if she had some sort of barrier propped up around her emotions that would not allow anything to pass through. Whether it be hurtful words making their way in, or any sign of emotion making their way out. Normally, Teivel was able to get a frightened reaction from nearly any wolf, but this canine wasn't showing any signs of fear or uneasiness. Even a threatening gesture from the female would at least keep him interested in the conversation. He felt almost as if he was talking to a cold, lifeless stone. Now, the brute was simply aggravated with the fact that this female had approached him, yet she felt the need to not show a hint of wanting to be in that location. "She should make up her mind before I get bored," The salt water still sloshed around in his stomach with every movement, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to vomiting in front of an audience. He gulped down saliva in hopes that he could keep the fluids down, but he was aware that sooner or later the water had to resurface itself.

The female's dull remark caused the male to feel a small pang regret for his earlier statement. He would never let such a pathetic form of words to slip through his teeth, but that didn't change the feeling of pain that had struck him. Teivel grunted in annoyance, what was this wolf doing to him? The only creatures he should feel sympathy were his brother and sister, not some ugly bitch who stumbled upon him on this disgustingly beautiful beach. The brute ignored her comment about no wolf ever being able to succeed their mission of killing her. "Well, duh. Why else would you be polluting my personal space?" She wasn't even worth his breath anymore. He was almost considering attempting to chase her off, but her next sly comment cut off his train of thought.

Her sarcasm caught him slightly off guard, and a chuckle slipped through his lips. It wasn't his usual rude cackle, but more of a sound that would originate from a compassionate and caring creature. It was true, Teivel was a wolf who had true feelings and sensitive areas. But, he conceals his soft sides with obtuse behavior and his fierce appearance. When he realized the sound that he had formed, he was quick to clear his throat and rather awkwardly respond with a gruff, "Yeah... Alright." The brute's mind scrambled to regain his composure, returning to a more confident stance. The canine hoped the female had not noticed his short loss of control. But with his luck, she probably had. Luck was an abstract object that the brute believed was instantaneously poisoned when it came in contact with him. His mother and father had both been killed on the same night, what else was he supposed to believe?

His threat had clearly amused the female, her words made him think this was true anyway. She wanted to drag him down to hell? "I've already arrived." His response droned out without emotion. His life had entirely crumbled into pieces within the past few months. First, his parents had each been ruthlessly killed by a bear and some jealous brute, at least that was what he believed. Then, he had found Marius, Cossette, and himself aboard a sickening human ship along with many ill creatures such as this mongrel of a cat named Ekon. And now, to finish it all off, he was here on this beach speaking with the most unpleasant company he could imagine. To Teivel, this was certainly his own living hell. This bitch did not know who he was, what he had been through. The male had his reasons for acting so unapproachable towards others.

The wolf glanced back to his new companion, Ekon, when he was spoken to, curious about his reaction. It was true that he had acted much kinder towards this stranger, but his brightly colored fur patterns still made the brute slightly dizzy. The tiger nodded appreciatively in the direction of the female, the charming smile across his maw making him look foolish to Teivel. "Thank you, you aren't too bad yourself. I must take this time to mention that my little buddy here will warm up eventually. That's what I'm hoping anyway, we will be traveling together for some time." Teivel's muzzle wrinkled in disgust. He couldn't believe he had allowed the Bengal to accompany him on this foreign continent. His respectful behaviors were horrendous. "May I ask for your name, darling? Teivel and I would both enjoy to have a title to refer to you by." The irritated brute shot a cold, hard glare in the direction of the feline. The careless animal had revealed his only form of protection to this stranger. His identity.

The femme's little rant about his temper and its consequences was not very impressive to the male. He growled, "Does it look like I want any friends? I've already attracted one pest today, I don't need any more." The harsh words were made up for by a barely noticeable nod of apology, though it was possible that the Mackenzie femme hadn't even noticed the gesture. If she had, he quickly erased the sliver of respect by adding in, "And as for getting myself killed, I'm fairly certain I am capable of defending myself." His words weren't as harsh this time, more of a confident tone. He was rather full of himself when it came to his combat abilities, but he certainly had reason to be. The male had trained his entire life to become a magnificent warrior, and murdered several wolves to prove his skill to himself as well as his peers.