The world will Rumble, (Open)

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Told you I wanted more,
It's not what I had in mind.

Sander or rather Elle now, watched from her position above the high cliff. It was a rather high, giving her a large view of the frosty ocean though nothing beyond that. A heavy fog was blocking anymore sight-seeing. Nevertheless, Elle liked the view enough to stay there for a few minutes. Her travels had taken her too many places, but they didn’t get much more beautiful than her current intake. The salty water below looked chilling and murderous. Lurking black depths of endless water seemed no place for a home to Sander. In fact, it made her stomach burn with a growl. What had upset her by the sight, she wasn’t really sure, but the ocean would become no favorite thing for her. It was a disgusting creature that constantly had tried to drown a swimming Sander. A small sigh escaped that ivory maw before she turned her stare up and began moving up the hillside to reach more solid ground where she could explore elsewhere. The hillside or cliff had a pathway built right into the side. Sander found this unnatural and alarming, but didn’t bother to think too hard on it. She only cared to distance herself more from the depths of water.


Finding more suitable ground to explore, Sander let her acidic yellow orbs to view the small land around her. It was nothing short of beautiful, though not nearly as the scene to her slender back. For a full minute, time elapsed by as Sander decided which direction she should take. The breeze, windy and grasping, chilled her to the bone as she remained unmoving. Shortly it was decided. She would slip into the small forest and hunt for a snack or maybe just find a warm den to stay for the night. Sander would’ve moved into one on the cliff, but after spending so much time in the water to get here, it wasn’t her first choice. On nimble pillars, her body was urged forward into the towering trees. There were many pines surrounding her, giving off a sweet scent, but also doing their job of keeping the wind to a minimum. It was nice to not have a constant howling in her sensitive ears. Navigating through the woods, Sander looked like a white phantom on the move. A light dusting of snow had fallen to the ground, covering the brown in a veil of white, making her blend near perfectly. Sander movements were like that of a dancer, calculating and soundless. Grace worked its way throughout her entire body, starting at one point and then ending at another. She looked like that of an innocent ballerina.


However, Sander had caught the strong smell of a rabbit. A nice tender rabbit that she couldn’t possibly let continue to live another day. A dangerous gleam took to the corner of her orb and she changed direction with hesitation. Movement’s slick, her small black nose began searching the ground just barely. Its den couldn’t be too far, maybe there would be a few young in there that would be even tenderer with unused muscle and easy baby fat. Oh, her stomach would already taste the meat slithering down her throat to acidic depths. Getting closer now, Sander paused in this mastery game and readied herself. The den was in more of a clear view and the rabbit wouldn’t be escaping her. With a surge of power in her hind legs, Sander through herself into the den and snapped those jowls shut around whatever was in there. A rabbit, its small brown eyes filled with terror, let out a scream. The sound was ended quickly, however. Sander bit the neck before pulling it out. No babies, but the adult would have to do for now. It was, after all, the middle of winter and food wasn’t normally to be had this easy. Not waiting, Sander slid to the ground on her stomach and began to chew away tuffs of fur in large chucks. The snow began to melt underneath her from the strong warmth of her body, wetting the ghostly fur to change it to a grey color. This went unnoticed by the eating lupine as she made out quickly with her prize.

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[atrb=background,http://i1190.photobucket.com/albums/z444/spottystar/sariyabg2.jpg] White against white, Sariya padded quickly through the snow, away from the Oriens. Her meeting with Kiddo and Zena had went alright, as far as those sort of morbid meetings go. She hoped she had begun to spread word of Descai effectively and that Amar Pack would take her warning seriously and not brush it off pridefully. That was a lethal mistake Haishin Pack had made and Kiddo and his pack would be wise to take note and act accordingly. The alpha seemed to want her gone quickly, but who could blame him? If it were her she'd want her gone, too. She wished she could get away from herself, even now, as she came into Tiayr, an unclaimed territory. She wondered if Vorilye would take this easy prey next, there was no one to fight him for it, after all. 'I'll look for Scout here, quickly, and then get out of here,' she thought urgently to herself. She didn't want to risk a run-in with Descai. That would surely be the end of her is Vorilye ever got his paws on the former Haishin heiress. He had vowed to find every last member of Haishin and kill them, after all. But, how would Scout accept her? Who would want to hang around a curse like herself? Even an old friend wouldn't put themselves in that kind of danger. If Vorilye ever found out she had been with him he'd kill him, too. Words couldn't describe the amount of fear she had for the gold and black alpha. He haunted her dreams and was the reason for her paranoia when she was awake. How could she ever live a normal life again knowing he was out there, potentially seeking her out to take her life from her body. Just as he had with her mother. Her broken heart tried to contract, but it was like walking on broken glass with a shattered bone. Her eyes squeezed tight, fighting back the memories of her mother disappearing under the water, only moments before watching the life drain from her eyes. It was an image she would never be able to get out of her head. She shouldn't have followed; if she hadn't, she wouldn't have seen. But, at the same time, she may not have been able to escape Vorilye in time if she had stay in Kamari. She may have been dead now, which almost seemed inviting. At least then she would be with grandpaw-paw, her mother and Nesa. She wasn't paying attention and before she knew it she had stumbled upon a femme. She smelled of salt water, like she had risen from the sea. She was white, like Sari, but with grey fur as well. The strange fae was munching on a rabbit, a meal Sariya had snagged right before leaving the Oriens, courtesy of Kiddo and the rest of Amar. It had taken the young wolf a little longer than a normal wolf, she wasn't much of a huntress. She hadn't much training in any area at all, actually. She felt helpless and lonely without her pack. She cleared her throat, letting the other loner she was present. Her eyes lay back flat in nervousness, and her tail hung low. She wasn't after her or her food, she just wanted to know if she had seen her friend, and there was only one way to find out. Hopefully the other femme had some sort of helpful information, or may be able to point her in the right direction. Count --> 596 w. Muse --> Okay. Tags --> Sander/Elle

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Let the skyfall,
let it tumble.

The wild rabbit, nearly devoured under Sander’s sharp canines, was next to nothing now. There was hardly anything left to steal, besides a few small bones and Sander was taking her time to chew those away. Warm blood, now cold, stained her and had even melted some of the snow when it poured from the rabbit. It was the small cough of another presence that made her jump to her paws and a snarl rise in her throat. Those crazed yellow orbs stared intently at the femme for a moment, deciding friend or for; fight or flee. Sander then realized all the natural signs of her saying she wasn’t a danger. A charming smile then quickly appeared on those black lips and her stance of aggression shifted into something more natural. Sander was no fool in thinking that the youth before her wouldn’t attack, but she was giving her a chance. A small opportunity to stay on Sander’s good side. After all, she wasn’t here to even play nice. She was here to make others feel pain, some kind of disorder.

“Hello there dear. Lost?” Elle questioned before taking a step forward, over the bones of her kill, and then stopping. It was a protective act to make sure the lupine understood it was Elle’s. However, Elle coming out of Sander probably meant a much nicer day for the femme. “Where are my manners,” She gasped lightly before smiling quite charmingly, “I am Elle and who are you, young lady?” Her voice was sweet like honey, dripping off her pink tongue. Her golden eyes were toned down more with the small black pupil sitting in the middle, floating in the mist of it all. Shifting herself so when she sat she wouldn’t be on bones, Elle moved and then sat her rump on the icy substance and then leveled her gaze straightly. She began to check out the female, inspecting her closely. She noted the white fur, the youthful look. Elle also noticed that she looked a little flustered or something. It was out of place, but she wouldn’t bother to ask questions now. Perhaps later she would dig a bit and see what kind of information would come up.

Aside from the other femme, Elle began to realize that she looked quite horrid herself. Her fur was stained an awful red color and was quite foul from the salt water and rabbit remains. Hardly ever did she let herself go so ungroomed, but Elle didn’t have a lot of choices at the moment. Maybe if she found a hot water spring she would bath, but until then she would look like the mess she had become. I won’t be seducing anyone smelling of carcass and salt. She thought inwardly before letting her mind go blank, waiting for the other lupine to answer her questions.

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[atrb=background,http://i1190.photobucket.com/albums/z444/spottystar/sariyabg2.jpg] Her cough seemed to have startled the femme, as she jumped to her paws, snarling, making Sariya take a few steps back, afraid the she-wolf would attack her. She didn't know she had done anything wrong to deserve to be treated the way she was. She shrank herself down to the ground, shivering and closed her eyes tight for the blow. But, it never came. Sari blinked open her silver orbs, the stranger had taken a different stance now, a smile replaced her snarl and she had made a point to take the aggression out of her standings. These changes relaxed the young wolf, returning to her full height, her tail retreating from between her legs. Her ears remained flat to her skull. She wasn't sure this was such a good idea, she should have just backed away and went on her way. She never would have even knew she had been there and she could have found someone more willing to help. But, it was too late to second guess now. The deed had been done and now she had to deal with whatever came out of her actions. She had asked if she was lost and Sari wanted to spit out a bitter reply, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She didn't want to start a fight. She may look young, but she had been through a lot. Plus, she was an Anikira native. No. She wasn't lost. She knew exactly where she was, just like she knew where everything was on the island. She wished she could put the loner in her place, but she wasn't an heiress anymore. She didn't have the rank to back her up anymore. The other female excused herself for her poor manners and introduced herself as Elle. A pretty name, it had a ring to it. And she said it in such a sing-song voice that Sariya's regret for starting this conversation started to fade away. "My name is Sariya. And, no. I am not lost. This is Tiayr, an unclaimed territory. Hasn't had a pack in it in a while," she answered informatively to prove she knew what she was talking about. She remembered why she was in Tiayr in the first place, she had to find Scout. "Actually, I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is Scout, maybe you've seen him? He's brown and black with short hair and big ears. Brown eyes." She hoped she had seen him or knew which way he might have gone. She didn't want to spend much time talking to a stranger. She caught another whiff of the sea water on Elle's pelt and added curiously, "Did you go for a swim in the ocean?" She cocked her head to the side as she asked. It was a purely innocent question, why else would she smell like salt water? Wasn't it cold in there? She shivered just thinking about it. Count --> 510 w. Muse --> Crappyyyyy. >.< I'm sorry! Tags --> Sander/Elle Notes--> I swear my posts are going to get better! Lol

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I’ll settle for the blow,
If you can settle for blood.

Sander, a very hardy character at times, would not have cared much if the female had been an heiress, a queen of any sort. She would have laughed with gleaming golden eyes at such words because they meant little to her. No ranking every meant much to her unless she needed to sweet talk for something. Then Elle would put on the charm and smile, giving it her best. Nevertheless, the second part of her brain was satisfied with how the femme was acting. Hunkering down and placing her tail between her legs pleased the otherwise silent Sander. Elle didn’t care much for what the femme did. She was merely interested in some sort of conversation or information, anything that would lighten her mood. Sander, though, looked for fights. She’d pick them with her sharp tongue and overly blunt mind. She wanted those around her to cower in fear. Abuse from her was endless and harsh, with little reward, but that was why she had Elle. Elle balanced her out and reminded Sander it wasn’t only about making others submit, but working the angle as well.

No blow, no fighting. It was just the smile of the filthy Elle whose orbs appeared to be quite forgiving. ”Sariya.” Elle breathed the name out like it was the first time ever hearing something. She said it in a way that made others feel special, as if they were the only one. Her vocals, warming and delighted, wrapped around the name before she smiled pleasingly. “What a beautiful name.” She whispered before getting back to the other part of the conversation. “Of course, the land here lacks the smell of any packs or wolves in general. It’s one of the main reasons I stopped here for a quick bite.” A small chuckle erupted from her maw that came out as girly. Sander, however, was laughing because pack or no pack, they would’ve stopped here and stolen the food anyway. They would’ve sweet charmed the Alpha into letting them free or sparing them with the price of something else. Someone always wanted something she had come to learn. Sander could put it right in their paws. Elle, who paid rare attention to the emotions of others, didn’t even notice the femme was being informational. Her mind figured she was just stating what she knew, information that was later tucked away into the back of Elle’s mind.

Now as Sariya asked about her friend, Elle gave her petite dome a small, sad shake. “I am sorry to say I haven’t seen your friend or really another wolf around here. It’s been quite vacant for the hours I’ve been exploring the land.” Her eyes gazed at the earth for a moment, noting where the snow was no longer seen, but the muddy earth was. It had breached the snowy veil and made it ugly once more, making the flawless, flawed. “Perhaps I could help you. I haven’t got anything more to do with my day.” A dangerous smile appeared on those lips, but one might pass it off as eagerness. As Sariya asked about the water, Elle’s orbs darkened slightly. “Yes, I was in the sea. In fact, it’s how I got here a few weeks ago. I reek of it still because the water had not been warm enough for me to bathe.” A shrug moved those large shoulder blades before sending her entire body into a large shake. A thick pelt rolled around loosely while anything unattached went flying off her. The ocean scent remained, but Elle felt a bit cleaner, if not for the dried blood at the ends of her white pelt.

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[atrb=background,http://i1190.photobucket.com/albums/z444/spottystar/saribg2_zpsff2aa5e2.jpg] There was something about this wolf that was making Sariya uneasy, there was something off about her that was sending red flags off throughout her body. There was an unstable look to her golden orbs that screamed at Sari to run, get away at all costs. She reminded the young wolf of stories her grandfather once told her of manipulative wolves and the power they have to make you believe whatever they want you to to get what they want. The were dangerous wolves and could never be trusted. To avoid at all costs. When she was a pup she had shouldered the stories off as just that, stories, made up to scare pups into doing what their parents want them to do, somehow. But, now, talking to Elle, she was unsure if the stories had some truth to them. The way Elle said her name in that sing-song voice of hers gave Sariya shivers. Others may have thought innocently of her ways, but mistrusting Sariya automatically thought the opposite. No one could be trusted. No one. She knew that any wolf would hand her over to Vorilye on a silver platter if given the chance. Sari decided she would prefer solitary as compared to company such as hers. She started feeling the regret again of making her presence known to the fae. This was turning into a dangerously out of hand situation. Elle said she had stopped here to eat mainly for the reason that there were no pack scents to be found. Most wolves wouldn't venture into pack lands, so she assumed that was why she had caught her rabbit here. Well, unless she was as over-confident and foolish to pull such a stunt. "Thank you. Elle is a beautiful name, as well." she thanked her for the compliment and left that part of the conversation as that, deciding to leave the part about Tiary alone. On account of Scout, Elle reported that she had not seen such a wolf, or any around here. That wasn't unusual for loner territories, loners mostly kept to themselves and when they didn't they usually were seeking a pack. Sariya gave a sort of disappointed sigh and lowered her head, slightly, sadly. She missed her companion desperately and she would give anything to see a familiar face. She had met three new wolves since the fall of her birth pack. First, Zena, a warrior of the pack to the east, who escorted her from the border of Kamari over to the Oriens where she had met the alpha, Kiddo. She had given him all the information she had about Descai and their wicked deeds. She hoped she had helped change the future for that pack, for the better. She wouldn't wish what had happened to her upon her worst enemy. Unless it was Vorilye, he was the one that had made it happened. Karma is a bitch and Sariya hoped he would get what was coming to him. Oh, how Sari would love to watch his life fall apart, just as hers had. Then, Elle offered to help her look for Scout. Sariya's eyes widened a little bit at the proposition. She wanted to get away from Elle as soon as possible. In fact, she had asked her the question she had been originally wanted to and now that she had her answer, she knew Scout wasn't anywhere in Tiayr. He was a social wolf, if he were here Elle would have met him, no doubt. An eager smile crept across the other female's lips, pushing Sariya deeper into uneasiness. She shook her head and politely answered, "Thank you for your offer, but it's best if I stay traveling alone. I'll find him in time." She hoped Elle wouldn't take offense to her answer, even if she had enjoyed the fae's company, she couldn't travel with another. She couldn't put another wolf in danger like that. If Vorilye were to find her with another wolf, he would kill them both, no questions asked. Elle didn't seem to like Sariya's question of her being in the salt water. Her golden orbs suddenly changed from her happy facade to a darkened version of herself. She explained that she had arrived to Anikira by the sea. She had swam here? From where? She wanted to pry into her story, but thought it probably wasn't for the best. If she wanted to find Scout and escape from Elle's presence she had to keep the conversation short. She merely nodded as if she understood, even though she couldn't imagine to what extreme she could have meant. Sariya was born here, and while she knew not every wolf had been she never gave much thought to how that had gotten to the island in the first place. A question she kept in the back of her mind, it would be a good way to find out more about other wolves. Count --> 830 w. Muse --> Brilliant !! Tags --> Elle/Sander Notes--> See, told you it would get better ;)