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A small snow white she-wolf climbed her way up onto a low outcropping that was just a foot above the water. Her body was drenched from head to tail from swimming in the ocean for so long. Her legs slightly shook from being without food for quite a few days, only have having a small portion of prey from Africa, where she had followed her nose from.

Her nose twitched as she took in the salty air as waves crashed against the outcropping, drenching her even more with each wave. Multiple scents flooded into her nose and it took her a little while to separate the different scents. The smell of saltwater was almost overpowering for her since she had been surrounded by for so long. Once she could stand the smell and get it out of her system she was able to make out the smells of the island. Her stomach growled loudly and she jumped from the sudden noise.

She looked up to see if there was any way to get to the island itself. She knew that she needed to get some food in her soon or else she wouldn't have the energy to try anything. As she looked her head cocked to the side as she found herself what looked like a stairway up to the clifftop. The outcroppings were a few feet above each other but she knew she could manage jumping from one outcropping and up to the next in no time at all. It was just like climbing the icebergs in her home continent.

She tensed her back legs and leaned back before launching up to the next rock face. She continued doing this until she was up to the cliff top, where she stopped and sat down, panting hard. Her snow white pelt was semi-dry from jumping through the air.

A she caught her breath she stood again and shook out her pelt, sending drops of water scattering through the air and landing about her. She vigorously shook her head and then sent the shake down her body and all the way down and through her tail. She did this until she was dry then looked around at her surroundings.

She sniffed the air, smelling the hills that were a little ways away from where she was currently sitting. She also smelled a rabbit a few yards away and she started towards it, her stomach rumbling in agreement with her mind which was currently set on hunting down the rabbit that she would eat and she would then hunt for more food until she was full.

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It had become colder now, the drop in temperature indicating the coming winter and explaining the decline in available food. Kalix did not fear the coming of the snow, or of the hardship that it would bring, already his coat was thickening and he was adept at a life alone. Even after his brawl with the black brute Chaos, the large Tundra Wolf was still fitter than most, though the wounds he had received were evident still. Though he had long since licked the blood clean from his fur he could still remember the battle now - it truly had been fiercesome.

But now was not the time to dwell on that past moment. His nose had caught a new scent on the wind, and it was delicious. Black fur ruffled as the breeze blew by, the icy air telling Kalix of the presence of meaty prairie fowl. Likely only resting before flying farther south, the quail-like birds we're fattened for their journey, and would make a lovely afternoon meal. Stalking silently, Kalix moved through the dried grasses of the plains, the smell of ocean washing in to mingle with the smell of his lunch. It took little effort to sneak up on the chubby birds, and only a few quick bounds and a twisting jump brought down a fat hen. A large puff of feathers signaled his triumph, and sent the other birds scattering through the sky. Scooping up the lifeless body of the prairie quail, Kalix set off in the direction of the sea - the view from the cliffs would make a lovely setting for his lunch.

Loping off towards The Glory, broad paws gripping the earth, Kalix soon slowed his pace as the roar of the ocean could be heard, salty air stinging his nares. He thought he would be alone, but this was not to be the case. He could smell her clearly, the drenched, wet-dog smell obvious as the wind tumbled in from the sea. Had she been swimming, of had the she-wolf arrived to this island newly as Kalix guessed so many did. Her exact whereabouts were unknown, but likely Kalix would stumble upon her shortly. He moved onwards, more carefully now as he wasn't one to be taken by surprise. Then he saw her, hunting perhaps? The white female seemed to be tracking something, a hare? Yes he could smell it now.

Cruelty rose in him and he gave several sharp barks. That would easily send the hare tearing away, and leave the female without. Why had he done this? Why not? Kalix spent every waking in misery - and these days every sleeping moment as well - why shouldn't he pass this along to others? She could find another one anyways, as long as she wasn't stupid, or dead.

Stopping he stood perfectly still, golden eyes staring at her openly from his charcoal face. He dropped his quail and took a step forwards to stand over top of it. He could eat it after this she-wolf had gone: he would not share, and he certainly would not offer it as recompense for scaring off the hare. Dropping his meal also served to free his mouth, either for speech or for tearing her to shreds if she dared act violently. For the time being he said nothing, and did nothing other than simply he look at her.

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She was only a few feet from the hare when three barks interrupted the silence that had been aiding her in her hunt. As it scampered away she made a jump for it and just missed it. She growled in frustration but stood up calmly.

Her size was quite small for an Arctic She-wolf. Her snow white pelt suggested that she was indeed an arctic wolf. What set her apart from most common wolves were her eyes, which were currently scanning the area until her ice blue/dark green eyes came upon a black wolf.

She stared at him for sometime. Observing him. Her eyes roamed his body in curiosity as she approached the male. Her ears were perked and slanting forward as if she had heard him say something when he had not. Her tail wagged in a friendly manner as she came up to him and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws which was the only thing that was regularly sized for her age.

Her eyes then fell upon his open mouth which in some spots suggested blood meaning he had hunted previously. Her stomach growled in protest of not having any food but she took no notice to it. She stayed silent, asking herself if she should speak first or if she should wait for him.

These questioned were silenced as her eyes came upon the wounds that were scattered across his body. They looked fresh and she tilted her head from side to side to get a better look. Her eyes settling on the wounds as the lessons she had learned from multiple healers flooded her mind.

"How did you get so many wounds?" she finally asked out loud breaking the silence between the two wolves. Her eyes showed no hostility towards him but only held interest as new questions came up in her mind of how he had received such deep wounds.

"Get in a fight lately?" she asked. Her voice and eyes both held wanting to ask questions but she held them back until he answered.

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She too spent a moment looking at him, though with mismatched eyes. She then sat - a mistake in Kalix's opinion. A seated wolf is a vulnerable one, and Kalix could feel the urge to take advantage of that rising in his chest. Quelling the boiling rage within him, if only for the time being, he let the fur along the ridge of his back rise. She had come closer before reclining and he did not like the shortening of the gap between them. But she spoke then, asking questions about his condition - facts which really were none of her business.

Letting his lips quiver, the tips of Kalix's teeth could briefly be seen, sudden irritability at the she-wolfs impertenecd was evident. How had he been wounded? He could have sneered - wasn't it obvious? She followed her first question with a second, self explanatory one. Yes he had fought. Eyes narrowing at her for a moment, his focus sharpening, he kept down a scoff.

"Yes." He answered shortly, still holding a steady gaze at her, ears erect and forwards, though no more words were uttered. Kalix let silence fall once more and he took a step back so he could tear open the carcass of his quail - a safe action now that she was sitting. The feathery hunk of flesh oozed warm blood, feathers lining the corners of his mouth as he chewed and swallowed. "You're trespassing." He bluntly stated, though it was a lie. A tactic he had picked up previously: if this she-wolf was indeed a newcomer she would likely know no better. Maybe he could get her to go away if she thought this was his home. "I live here and would like some privacy."

He was remaining calm - somehow - and truly, for the time, wanted to eat in solitude. He could track the pint-sized she-wolf down later if he needed an easy fight.

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She nodded although her nose was twitching even though she hadn't lifted her head to make it that obvious that she was sniffing the air for his scent.

Impossible. His scent is not strong here. Quite fresh actually she thought to herself.

She ignored his dinner and thought nothing of her paining stomach. It was obvious to her that he had barked on purpose. But she felt no anger towards him. She simply watched him, noting that his wounds could be infected but she decided to wait to ask him to check.

Her posture was calm and she watched his body language.

He's too burly. I could outrun him. she thought as the thought of him wanting to cause harm to her came to her mind.

She always thought of everything that could possibly happen. It prepared her. She continued to watch him, knowing that she might be annoying him by staring and staying where she was but it was his own fault. He had scared off her dinner, so it was only her custom to annoy him.

She briefly thought of his history. She always wondered this whenever she came upon a wolf. Hers wasn't that tragic, or at least that's what she thought, but it always made animals look with sadness upon her. She decided not to tell him unless he asked, although that's what she always did. It was obvious from his older scars and half an ear that his history had been a violent one. Although she couldn't just assume it. She did put it into her mind though.

He could always have gotten caught on something and it ripped it off or maybe he was born that way she thought. She pushed the second though away though because she was smarter than to assume that. The way it was cut err torn at least suggested it had been from a fight.

Before she could think she blurted out her current question.
"How did you lose a good chunk of your ear?"

She silently cursed herself for actually asking it, but it was out and she knew she couldn't take it back now. She prepared herself mentally a game-plan if he struck out for asking such a personal question, considered like this to some but sometimes not so much.

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She was already asking too many questions for Kalix's liking. She was very impolite and hadn't even introduced herself, not that Kalix had any intention of giving out his own name. He let his stoney expression harshen, brows furrowing in agitation. "I got in a fight." He stated, his voice edged with warning. He let his shoulders roll and he took another malicious bite of his meal, letting the bodily fluids run down his chin and into his fur. "If you must know, my father tore my ear. He betrayed me so I killed him."

My wasn't he talkative! Kalix hadn't spoken candidly for some time, and truly he had only said what he had in order to maybe make the female feel bad about her nosey-ness. He stared at her, asking her no questions about herself only staring at her white form. Her color reminded him of Etheth and his heart chugged painfully. Though this female in truth looked nothing like his deceased lover, he couldn't help but think of her. She had been bigger than this she-wolf, with eyes like sunshine, her voice soft. The creature before him only grated on his nerves, And he was finding little joy in being in her presence.

He relaxed slightly though, the fur on his neck lowering slowly. She was non-violent, at least for now. Hopefully she would wander off to finish her hunt. "Does the concept of solitude elude you?" He asked quite suddenly, as she remained where she was. "You give up easily." He stated, referring to how she had not pursued her lunch. To drive the point home, he took another greedy munch of his food. It truly was delicious, and he was hungry. He wished he could have been sitting on the cliffs, the icy breeze chilling him to a point of non-feeling. But no, he had to deal with this inconvenience, and at a sheer drop into the ocean too. Maybe he should just shove her back into the sea - she could find someone else to bother. Maybe the fish, or a nasty shark.

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His comments to her made no difference to her. She knew solitude but decided to pester him. Her ears perked as he mentioned how he had received his ear wound. She mentally giggled at how agitated he was getting.

"Well if you must know. I am bored and motivation to finish hunting is beyond me right now. I can last a couple more hours without food. Or I could have been even more ruder and stolen your lunch. But since I know how annoying it is to have your lunch stolen from you, I have decided not to." She said in a matter-of-factly tone.

It was fun watching the agitation rise within him. It meant that her little plan was working. In truth she had actually forgotten about her hunger because of the new interest before her. It wasn't everyday that you met a bitter wolf with half a ear. She couldn't help but stare at his scars.

She wanted to get to know him. This was her new challenge that she decided she would take on. His history now opened up more questions and also a greater interest in the male wolf, than before.

"My name is Faolan." she said, deciding that since she would pursue getting to know him, that she would tell the male her name.

She of course had her doubts that he would tell her his own name but it was good to try instead of being left to wonder.

"What's yours?" she asked.

She couldn't think of any names that he really looked like. Although 'Shadow' was quite a popular name for black wolves, the male before just didn't have the look for it. She gently pawed the ground to give herself something to do.

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For the first time in ages his lips curled into a smile, though it was a cruel one as he scoffed openly at her mention of taking his lunch. "I'd like to see you try." He sneered at her, knowing that his weight alone would out gun her. Besides, his life was violence and he was creative; damn ruthless. He played by no rules. Kalix finished his small statement, daring her to attempt to take hi bird, with a growl, though it was a natural act for him, so to Kalix it did not feel overly aggressive.

But she moved on, introducing herself. Faolan? Weird. She asked his name. Not a chance. "None of your damn business." He stated roughly, growling again at her, the fur along his neck and shoulders rising once more. The coarse black hair prickled, dull in the weakened sunshine, his irritation was evident. Was she enjoying this? He inwardly wondered if this seemingly innocent she-wolf was as sadistic as Chaos was. Maybe the two should get together, produce a batch of messed up, squeeling, wriggling runts.

Shifting his weight he shuffled his forepaws and ducked his head to snap at his food, the left wing of he now unrecognizable bird came free from its socket. He discarded it - the breast of fowl was most favored, wings held little nutrition. Tearing into the bird again, he took another mouthful, his cheeks caked in blood and feathers. He took a moment to groom the feathers away, then spit them out at his feet. He imagined then what the white she-wolf, Faolan, would look like smeared in her own blood. Perhaps a good beating would shut her up. Unlikely. Or maybe he could just crunch her throat, damage the vocal chords within and leave her to live as a mute. Hah, that for certain would make her more tolerable, she could no longer ask questions. Maybe Kalix was more like Chaos still than he had thought before. Maybe he should raise whelps with the other black brute - preposterous, but hilarious to think about.

He cast thoughts of disfiguring Faolan from his mind, and stooped to pick up his meal. He had grown tired of this. Trotting off towards the panoramic view from the cliffs, he remained anonymous and gave no parting words. Kalix just simply walked away, hoping dearly this would be enough of a hint for the she-wolf to bugger off. Surely she couldn't be that stupid... Kalix was certain that she very well could be that dim, and if she did decide to follow... Well, it was a long way down to the ocean. He could remember how the salt had stung on his short swim over from the cargo ship, and imagined that the overhwhelming thrashing of the waves was still fresh in Faolan's mind. Maybe she needed to be reintroduced to the choke of water constantly crashing down her throat, in order to learn some manners. Kalix would be more than happy to help her with that. Kalix's charm school: Shutting The Hell Up 101.

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She rolled her eyes at him. Maybe cracking him would take something else other than annoyment. She just shrugged when he didn't tell her his name. Fine with her for right now. She followed after him quite a few paces away but close enough for him to hear her.

"Well we have one thing in common sorta. My dad left me by a river right after I was born. That's pretty much betraying me." she said to try a new method to get a conversation going.

"And maybe we could be friends." she muttered under her breath, as she stared at his back.

When he stopped so did she. Not going as close to the cliff's edge, thinking that he might push her off. She stayed five feet away from him, giving him his blood circle (ooc: boyscout term I picked up lol).

She watched him eat, the thought of eating out of her mind because of the task at hand. She watched for what the male would do and prepared herself, again, mentally for all the possibilities that she could think of.

He is kinda cute. His eyes remind me of the sun almost. He looks pretty strong. Probably won more fights then lost. she thought to herself as she looked at his face and then his eyes. She sat down and bowed her head low watching him and waiting for him to speak.

She wondered if the topic of his dad betraying him was a touchy topic for him. Her dad leaving her when she was just born wasn't really a touchy topic. But it could be for some people if their parents did something terrible to them.

She also wondered what he would do if she asked him to play tag or some kind of game. She sure could use a game to play. It had been ages since she had played any type of game.

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OOC: This post is mature. Be warned.

And she followed him. Gods, did she not have any intelligence what so ever? Kalix settled on the idea that this Faolan was a bit slow, mentally delayed in her development. If her physical form - tiny body and awkwardly large paws - was anything to go by, he was likely correct. She was probably also unaware of how dumb she was, maybe he should just put her out of her misery. By now Kalix was crunching only on bones as she continued to yammer away. Blah, blah, something about her father.

"Boo hoo." His response was cold, and he meant it to be. Wo cared if her ather left her. If his dad has just pissed off he would still have an ear. Maybe he would be prettier then: indeed if Kalix had any physical charm it was his strength alone. His scars and straw-like fur made him appear gruesome, not hansom. Then she muttered something about friends. His head turned very slowly to face her, eyes narrow as he gnawed on one of the quail's femurs, the fragile bone splintering out around him. He let the bone fall from his jaws, pink tongue curling around his mug to lap up the last of the flavored juices. He had zero expression he just looked at her for several moments.

"Fuck off." His voice was steady, the threat in it was clear as day. He would end this wolf, and it would not phase him. His pupils were pinned, completely constricted to give maximum focus on the she wolf as his body squared to face her. "You're stupid and inconsiderate. No one would want to be your friend. And certainly, no one wants to be mine." The former was probably untrue, and there were likely wolves that would find Faolan tolerable, but not Kalix. The latter statement was probably a bit more revealing than Kalix had meant it to be. Truly he had no friends, except for an elderly Seer who lived on a separate continent, and he had no intentions to make any. Deep down Kalix maybe wanted friends, but he did not believe that he deserved them. Happiness was not something afforded to him in his life. He was a vessel for a violent war-god, he was not a brooding male with a dark past looking for someone to discover his cuddly side. There was no cuddly side. Only prickles and death.

He wanted her gone and whether she left willingly, was chased off, or left as a bloodied corpse made no difference to him. Another dead body would not haunt him, no matter how many family members had abandoned her, Faolan was meaningless to Kalix. She would die as easily as any other. His full belly was holding his rage at bay, but anger and the urge to strike was rising in his body. However, he kept his visage cool, an emotionless expression dominating his face.

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"Your body language tells me something about you. The way you lick off the blood off your maw. You have quite the taste for blood. A history of death. Most caused by you maybe? Killing your own father quite suggests that that theory is true," she said as she stood up and began pacing back and forth to get different angles of him without circling him

"Now you don't look dumb either but even the darkest of hearts needs someone to show them the light. I mean I guess you probably won't let me do that but let me service you in some way. I could hunt for you. I'm quite the tracker. And don't say for me to leave you alone because you and I both know that that's not going to help you in anyway. Your sanity is sinking. Your eyes show that. And don't think just because you can put up a good cold face means that I can't see past the mask." she said as she stopped and looked into his eyes with her different colored eyes.

"Some have said that a wolf like me with these kinda eyes can break down the soul just by looking through another's eyes. I haven't exactly 'mastered' that skill so to speak but I am pretty darn observant. Tensed muscles suggest you really just want to pounce on me." she continued.

She knew that she was somehow getting to him. Even if annoying him got to apart of him that she might regret messing with but she would take her chances.

"Here's my little offer. You let me stay with you for one week. Just one. And I will do whatever you want. After that you can decide if you don't want me around or you do. If you decide no then I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life and put you out of my mind completely. Or ya know pounce on me when I'm prolly at my weakest states and leave me to die. Just like my father did. But won't that be kinda fitting. At the beginning of my life I was left to die and maybe at the end i'll suffer from the same fate. Think about it, before you do anything. The mind is the most complex thing about you. Consider the possibilities of what would happen with all three options. Beat the shit out of me and leave me to die or spend a week with my presence about you and then never seeing or hearing from me ever again" she said as she lifted her head up to watch him.

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And then came the assumptions. This wolf was rude. As if she knew anything about Kalix! What he'd been through, what made him one way or another! Bitch! A low growl began deep at the back of his throat as she spoke. It was a warning, shut up, now. But she didn't she just kept going on and on, blubbering some silly life lesson about being shown the light. There was no light to be found, not here, not within him. And even if there was, maybe Kalix didn't want to find it! Especially not with a whelp like this. Hah! Kalix would rather undergo self discovery with Chaos, the blood thirsty monster, than this fairy.

Next she was rambling about herself! High and mighty about having special eyes! His growl began to grow, his irritation nearing the breaking point. And then came the offer. Follow him around for a week?! Not a chance in hell! He couldn't even form words he was astounded by her idiocy. Kalix's eyes narrowed, and he took a very threatening step towards her, fangs bared with scruff prickled upright.

"Who do you think you are? Prancing around like you're some gift from the Gods. Special eyes? Please! Nothing more than chance." This she-wolf was a self-gratifying twit, and Kalix was about to show her how pathetic she truly was. "I don't need your help, and I doubt anyone else on this planet does either. Fucked up your own life so now you're some goodie that tries to fix the wolves she perceives as broken? Disgusting!" He was stalking closer still, muscles tensing visibly - he didn't need to hide his intentions. Whether this bitch fled or stayed to fight he would get his way. If she ran - good, she would be gone, albeit alive. If she stayed however, he would end her life this day. His weight advantage alone was enough to crush her - the power in his jaws easily able to crunch through muscle and bones. She was small framed, and maybe fast, but Kalix was built for this. And if lore was anything to go by - he was imbued with the power of a war-God. But Kalix wasn't sure he even believed that, despite his remaining belief in the Gods of his packs folktales.

"How dare you judge the merit and worth of others. Did you bother to think that I might like my life? No, of course not. How could someone as crude as me be happy? I'm alone, violent and haunted. Maybe I like it. Don't you dare assume I don't. Now, go away before I tear your face off."[/color] It was true - Kalix wasn't necessarily unhappy. He believed he deserved the fate he had received. Sorrowful at the loss of his lover? Yes. Upset about slaughtering countless wolves? No. Lonely? No. In need of companionship to aid in survival? No - not even in the coming winter, and definitely not with someone like this.

He hadn't spoken this much in some time, and most certainly not in such a truthful way. All that was said was truthful and sincere, Kalix's impression of Faolan was not a good one. He did not like her, and had no qualms about killer her. He'd never been one for the idea that females were delicate and beating on them was not okay - Kalix had met plenty of females that would absolutely destroy most males he'd run over.

Standing only a Kalix-sized leap away from Faolan he let his growling subside - his offer of exit would be his last warning. If she didn't go now, he would cut her down into the earth and let her feed the lands that would breed prey for him in the next spring.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/faolanmid.png] The danger was evident before her and she thought for a moment. Leave this beast of a wolf alone to live out the rest of his life or stay and fight. She knew she wouldn't last for a while with the state she was in. But she was not about to get killed just for annoying someone. Her anger flared a bit as he called her a goodie. She just tried to help others. Not like she helped every single one she came across. She huffed and the fur on her back and neck raised a bit as her body was preparing to fight but her mind had other ideas. She would go and explore and maybe someday she would meet this male again but she decided that he probably had enough and she liked that he was getting so worked up about it. Don't scare my prey away and I won't annoy the living hell out of you. she thought to herself, half tempted to say it aloud. She then stood and took a step back, not taking her eyes off of him. She knew not to take her eyes off a potential attacker. "I wasn't saying I had special eyes or that I was a gift from the gods. Let me get this straight. Some people say that eyes like mine can do things like that. But I am full aware that this is a myth. I've never believed it but I do have a way of figuring people out sometimes. Excuse me to make assumptions. But next time you might want to excuse yourself from scaring off someone's potential food. You might just find someone much stronger than yourself to deal with. Now goodbye and good day. Maybe we'll meet again on better terms." she said as she continued to back away until she reached the trees and before turning and taking one last glance at him before disappearing with a flick of her tail into the underbrush. Count | 359? words Muse | Semi good. Notes | Sorry it took so long to reply. Forgot I was posting in here lol And guessed that it was time to end it anyways. Fun rping with you