Fate's Unpredictability [Kalix]

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The day was dry, the wind dead. Clouds littered the sky, covering up the sun almost entirely. As a result, the day was very dim, almost dark. It was an ominous day. Usually, Zaida wouldn't wander so far from the pack, in case she was needed. Especially on a day such as this, where it was dark. It was the perfect opportunity to kill. But Yahvi had more or less dismissed her and gone to sleep. Probably tired from training the two newest members. They were both big, and strong, but they needed much practice in the art of silence. Zaida was the best at it; she had mastered it, whereas her siblings were not perfect. But she never lorded it over them, except when she wanted to provoke Atoyo into a fight.

Today, Zaida was bold because of the darkness. She had come from the Nyjoro Hills, Osani's current camp out, and gone straight through the Xayar Forest. She knew that it was Airila territory, but her scent would be unrecognizable to them and she therefore did not care. It would also be stale by the time anyone found it, and therefore it would not smell the same as her fresh scent. As a result, it wouldn't be trackable. She had then swam from the beach at the edge of the forest to the shores of Ina'mos Island.

She had passed the Liandry Falls on her way to the southern tip of the island, and finally reached Dyndre's Swamp. The swamp was dark as well, and combined with the darkness of the day, it almost appeared as though it was night. She slowly made her way through the swamp. She did notice all of the beautiful birds that tweeted and called, but she paid them no mind.

Zaida was emotionless. She was not apathetic, she simply did not feel any emotion. Ever. This stemmed from her entire childhood consisting of hard training, not enough food sometimes, constant teasing by her siblings, and never any affection from her mother. She had always received the cold shoulder. At first, she became jealous of Atoyo, her brother, as he always received all of the attention. But as she was finally able to begin planning her revenge on him, she slowly began to lose all emotion. By the time she was a year, she had lost it all. Inside her body was a hard mind and a cold heart. Her heart was only there to keep her alive. It never warmed, never constricted with sadness or pity, never boiled with anger or jealousy, and it never, ever beat with any degree of joy. Because of this, the birds would never interest her unless one was to be a meal.

She was cold. She was ruthless. And she was an assassin. But she could fake anything like hell. Her mind was so sharp, so quick because of her lack of emotions that she never got caught up in thoughts or emotions. And therefore, she was able to keep such a constant focus that she could hear farther, and keep up a perfect mask for months.

And now, as she made her way to the edge of the swampy waters, she put a mask in place. For her ears picked up a faraway rustling, and she knew that she was to be disturbed once more. This mask was one of young innocence. After all, she was only two. It was an innocent curiosity, with a wall of depression hiding behind it. One would look and think that she had had something sad happen to her, and had come to the swamp out of curiosity as a way to forget it. She peered over into the water, positioned precariously over the edge.

Tags: @kalix
OOC: Here you go! Sorry about the wait :x

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A jet black canid moved through the brush, broad paws clenching at the loamy dirt, leaving small claw-marks as he moved onwards. Golden eyes downcast, Kalix seemed to move without purpose, letting his legs lumber him to where ever he might end up. Life in Descai was intriguing, but he did sometimes yearn for some true solitude: no boundaries or rules, no one to give orders for him to begrudgingly follow. Somehow, time and again, he had managed to find reason to stay. Though he was starting to admit that being in a pack was convenient, and often comfortable, he sometimes missed his rough and tumble past. Well, he did get into a few scraps, but none as deadly as before. Most recently he had scuffled with Angel, the pretty huntress. Pretty psychotic maybe. He shuffled that memory away from the front of his mind. No need to think about that murderess.

Clearly unaware of the direction he was going, or that he was headed straight for another wolf, Kalix had no time to conceal himself when at last the chilled breeze brought her scent to him. He cursed his own foolishness. How could he have assumed no one would be out in a swamp? After all, he was here. A rumbling growl of frustration gurgled from his throat and he altered course slightly - there was no use hiding now, and besides there were no rules for him here. He disliked rules, though understood their necessity, and was rather intrigued at how Vorilye seemed to wield unquestioned command over so many wolves. Perhaps it was the brutes massive size, though Kalix could see disadvantages in being so large and heavy, lack of agility and maneuverability among them. Maybe it was because most of the wolves beneath him were his progeny. He scoffed at the thought, as it was quite true that Vorilye seemed to have a veritable army of offspring in Descai. Kalix couldn't go two steps without tripping over one of them. His very first arrival had been a run in with father and son.

He lapsed out of thought again as he neared the female he could detect, making no great effort to be inconspicuous. Breaking from the bushes he locked his eyes onto her two-toned form. She was young, and obviously a bit dim as she was leaning rather precariously over the edge of some water, the fragile ground beneath her had the potential to give way unexpectedly. That would be a laugh. He stood stalk still, inspecting the situation, listening for movement downwind of him. There was none.

"Afternoon." He greeted, something he had grown accustomed to doing. At one time he would have just snarled and told the fae to bugger off, but now he was learning how social interaction could benefit him. And that he was a damn good liar, though he wasn't sure if he really agreed with such manipulation, even though he'd used it himself. Waiting to see what the female would do, he remained standing, his posture invariably neutral.

Words: 508
Muse: OK
Tags:@zaida
Notes: I had no idea this was even here... I'm so sorry. >.>

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Zaida remained in her precarious position, swiveling her ears every now and then toward the swamp with curiosity aflame in her eyes. She heard the approaching male's--for she had already distinguished his gender from the sounds of his gait and motions--rumbling growl of frustration as he approached, and then she heard his pawsteps turn slightly so that he was coming directly towards her now. The male made no attempt to conceal his arrival, but blundered on through the underbrush towards her and the swamp. She kept her position, apparently becoming more and more focused on something in the swamp. The male stopped as he pushed through the bushes, and became utterly silent. Zaida could feel his eyes quickly assessing her. With her current mask, she probably appeared young and stupid, and because she carefully hid it under her physiognomy, her muscles were almost undetectable. Only one who was specifically looking for them would be able to see the undertone. But as most wolves usually saw her lithe, feminine body, gorgeous coat, and tantalizing green eyes first, her muscular undertone was usually invisible. And it somehow wasn't extremely apparent anyway, despite her short size and heavy weight. No one who looked at her would ever think that she weighed close to two hundred pounds. They might guess at half of her true weight.

Afternoon.

The male's voice rang out clearly in the still air. Zaida had three options. She could slowly turn, revealing that she had known he was coming for a while, and had purposely waited in her position for him. But she did not particularly want to reveal her character to this stranger yet. If no outside wolf knew her true character, if Osani was annihilated, she could keep caring out their mission, create a new pack, and no one would ever guess that it was her. The absolutely gorgeous, small, lithe wolfess with the purest heart anyone had ever seen? No! Now could it be her? They would start to kill anyone who seemed grumpy or indifferent, and she could keep on. Her second option was to jump in startled surprise, as if she had been so focused on the swamp that she had not heard the male's approach until he had addressed her. This would keep her mask in place, but she didn't find that option particularly appealing. There was no reinforcement to the mask--just static acting. Her third option was to half-jump in startled surprise, for the same reason as her second option, and for this action to cause the earth to crumble under her forepaws. This would send her sprawling into the swamp. It would be very ungracious, but it would further hide her muscular undertone and reinforce the mask: making her seem careless and young and naïve. On the downside, it would ruin her beautiful coat, but she didn't think she would need it for this male. He seemed somewhat preoccupied, and she somehow sensed that he was quite the type to fall for her charms.

She thought of all this in half a second, and so, as soon as his voice cut the silence, she imperceptibly put more weight on her forepaws and half-jumped in startled surprise. As a result, her forepaws came down too hard on the ground, and it crumbled beneath her snowy forepaws in half a second. She fell foreword, with nothing to support her forepaws, into the swamp. She let out a half-shriek of surprise as she felt the thick liquid swallowing up her body. Pretending to be frazzled, she scraped at the edge of the swamp frantically before gaining purchase on the grass. She hauled herself out, tail between her legs, and black ears pinned against her white skull. The swamp water hadn't gotten to her head, but her previous snowy body and ebony tail hung limply, covered in swamp water. Now her body was a nasty olive-brown color. She shivered and then shook herself out so that she wasn't sopping wet. Then she looked up, a sour expression on her face. The male was standing there, watching her, with a neutral position. She growled quietly, and looked into his eyes.

Afternoon, she growled in response. Her whole body language shouted annoyed.

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muse xx myself lol
tags xx @kalix
ooc xx it's okay lol :3 sorry for my late reply. here you go! (: I thought it'd be funny to have her make herself look funny, stupid, clumsy, and naïve in front of him xD I think Kalix needs a laugh<3

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If Kalix had the inclination to laugh, or even to smile ever in his life, he would have been howling now. The naive wench had tumbled into the water, the slimy muck of the bog coating her once slick pelt. How could she have not known he was there? She was either a complete fool, right fresh out off of mom's teet, or was an exceptionally dedicated actress. The second option was elaborate, and therefore unlikely; most wolves weren't that devious. So this she-wolf was fresh meat, brand new in the world of untamed rogues. Well, at least that was what most younger canids thought unclaimed areas to be. In truth, or at least in Kalix's mind, the unclaimed portions of the world would only be that way temporarily - the power hungry were everywhere, and there was always someone new to wage war over property. The areas without home packs were often scarce in food or coverage, or were basically a shitty swamp, like this place. He was honestly surprised anyone was around here: he had chosen this place because it was marshy and most prissy wolves didn't want to get their fur all messed up.

But alas, here he was, watching with very slight, physically unapparent, amusement as the once ivory wolfess scrambled out of the water. She growled a greeting back at him, which warranted a raised eyebrow from the large brute. She was mad at him? He was at no fault here at all - if she wasn't such an airhead she would have known he was coming. He could have scoffed; barely worth his time. "No need to raise an attitude." He responded, his voice flat, "It's not my fauly mummy never taught you to detect even the most obvious of approaching wolves." He was definitely attempting to be slightly cruel, but he hadn't been trying to hide. He'd come from upwind, and he hadn't really been trying to be quiet or mindful of his foot falls. If this wolfess truly was as stupid as she appeared to be, Kalix was not worried for his safety; though his own eyes had now locked with hers. Pupils dilated, rounding outwards to make only a thin circle of gold visible at the edges of the iris. Many beasties, when angered or attempting to be ferocious would pin their pupils, contracted them to points. Sure, it gave a manic look, but also restricted sight lines, especially in a place as shadowy as a marsh. He took a few steps forwards, glancing about for his exit, though none were apparent, unless he himself wanted to take a dip and swim around where she stood. And he wouldn't turn back: as pathetic as the soaked female looked, he wasn't a moron. So instead he ceased movement, his eyes returning to her own, waiting for her to say something meaningful, or unmeaningful, at this point he would be impressed by anything more than drivel.

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Muse: Pretty okay.
Tags: @zaida

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No need to raise an attitude. It's not my fauly mummy never taught you to detect even the most obvious of approaching wolves.

His voice was flat, as if to say "you're mad at me?" His eyebrow was raised and he looked...she was unsure. Annoyed or amused. She couldn't tell. He hid it well. Zaida scowled at his response outwardly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and met Zaida's emerald gaze. The fellow sort of blended in to the swamp. He was totally black. It was already a dim day, and in the swamp, it almost looked like it was night. It reminded the femme of Djinkka. What was she doing at this very moment?

But Zaida did not allow her attention to lapse as the male slowly approached her. His eyes leapt to and fro, looking for an escape, but he didn't make a move. He simply stopped a couple feet away from her. His eyes came back to hers, and he waited. Zaida pretended to not understand at first, and then she opened her mouth and blundered through a sentence.

Oh! Uhh...my name's Zaida. And you are?

Her mask was perfect. Flawless. No mistakes. No chinks.

@kalix: Sorry for the wait and the crappiness :/

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Some wolves should not reproduce, and this was a prime example. This female was clearly useless, greener than pond scum, and just as repulsive. Stupidity begets more stupidity, and he had a severe hunch that the wolves that had managed to figure out procreation and produce this moron were just as dim. He seemed to wait a long time, the drooly look on the black eared wolfess finally snapping into reality as she muddled through forming a sentence. She wanted to know his name? He could have barked a laugh: like she'd remember it! But Kalix would indulge, and after letting his weight rotate to his left slightly he rumbled his own label. "Kalix." He made just to only give his first name for two reasons: a) she would likely be confused by the notion of family names, and b) it was none of her damn business.

Maybe he would play with the whelp a little, see if he could scare her into some common sense. He took a heavy step forwards, though only one, his head lowering a bit as if he were sizing her up in a predatory way. "Bit far from home, hm?" He asked, his tone indicative of intentions that were the farthest from pure. In truth he had no need for bodily pleasures, especially not from a wolfess whose brain had been left by the wayside to become dull, but the threat he was implying was an easy one to fake. He was a large, gruff male, who appeared to be a rogue - what else could he want from a young female? Most wolves with any street smarts would assume sex and not some cruel game to scare the femme out of her wits. If Zaida had been taught any kind of life lessons she would turn around and run leaving Kalix to his own business, which is what he wanted. If she was really that dumb, he would get a good laugh. And finally, if she was playing him (again, doubtful), he was never a wolf to be caught off guard so he would slaughter her. Fun times all around!

Words: 356
Muse: Good, but short winded.
Tags: @zaida
Notes: No worries. I figured I'd let Kalix play a bit into Zaida's wicked acting skills for a while. It's more fun this way!

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Zaida's mind whirled. She could tell that her mask was working perfectly. His eyes became slightly condescending as she stumbled through a sentence and then asked for his name. He seemed to be deciding whether or not to humor her but eventually decided to go for it. He introduced himself as Kalix. Or, more realistically, he answered her question. His tone was short and curt as he said his name. He seemed annoyed by her very existence. Perfect. She had him right where she wanted him. She carried on with her stupidity.

Its umm...very nice to meet you, Kalix!

He male watched her, and took a heavy step forwards. He tilted his head, surveying her in a way that would have made her uncomfortable had she actually been playing a slightly less stupid wolf. But, seeing as she wasn't, she decided to pretend not to notice this at first. She watched him, eyes wide in stupid innocence. He opened his maw, and finally uttered a complete sentence.

Bit far from home, hmm?

His tone wasn't seductive, necessarily, but it implied a lustful desire. Good. That meant that he really had fallen for her mask. Well then. If he truly was willing to take advantage of a wolfess as stupid as she was pretending to be, then it showed a weakness in him. Was he really willing to possibly impregnate her with his spawn? If she was so weak and stupid and naive? How stupid of him. Zaida pretended not to understand. His tone only elicited a huge smile from her. Her ebony tail wagged slightly.

A little, yeah. I live in I'queyer. I just really wanted to explore Ina'mos. I've heard so much about it!

Zaida took a step towards the male as well, smiling wider. Her body language was hopeful. Had she found her first friend?

ooc sorry for lateness lol! This is getting fun!!

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If Kalix were less composed his mouth would have been gaping. Did this female really not sense the danger he was feigning to pose? Maybe he would actually have to follow through with his threat... great... no way in hell! As if he would want this moron baring his young, let alone being near enough to him for sexual contact. The only way he was going to get close to her was to maim her. For now though, he let her naivety slide and watched as Zaida spoke and advanced forwards. She was from some place called I'queyer, and had come to explore the rest of the continent it seemed. Not a very smart thing to do on her own, although she had made it this far without any injury it seemed - except for a face full of mud.

Squaring of his body, Kalix raised a brow at her, "Pack life boring for you?" He asked, honestly wondering what such a plush female could want outside of the boundaries of a cushy pack. He couldn't really talk at this point, being such an upstanding member of Descai, but he also had his many years of roguedom to back up his claim to fitness. "You know, it can be dangerous out here, especially if you're not used to fending for yourself." He spoke again in a rather monotonous voice, though his statement was entirely factual. Those who were ill-prepared for such a harsh life often found themselves starving, wounded or murdered. Kalix had been wounded for sure, but never had he gone hungry or feared for his life. No. He was the one who stole the breath from others.

The wheels in his brain began turning suddenly. Being a loner was rather dangerous... and this femme screamed vulnerability... it was almost like she was too dumb to be true... He became instantly suspicious. He was faking his outter self, throwing a vicious threat of rape at Zaida - an empty threat - so why couldn't she be luring him into a false sense of security... there was no way she was this dumb. But... what if she was? That would truly be incredible. 

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Muse: Not the best
Notes: He's on to you!

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Zaida smiled. The male didn't back away from her advance, good. Maybe it would be prudent to let him go through with his stupid plan. Bearing pups from a strong male such as himself could be beneficial to Osani. She made a very slight alteration to her mask as he spoke. Now, she was not only stupid, but she was having her first crush. The great thing about this kind of alteration was that her character could have just started having a crush on him, so she could make the change without arousing suspicion about her credibility. She giggled at his question, wagging her ebony tail slowly, and took another step closer to him.

Well, yes. It is. Especially when my whole pack is my family. I can't exactly mate with my brothers, can I?

He warned her of the dangers of the world, and her ears flattened slightly. Of course he was right. If she really was who she was playing, she probably would have little to no experience defending herself. She was unaffected by his words. She was the danger. She decided to test him. Would he really rape her? She was curious, in her own way. So she allowed a blush to pinken her ivory face and slowed her wagging tail until it was very slight. She peeked up at him from underneath her lashes and drew a shy smile across her features. If her pelt wasn't so muddy, the result would be incredibly irresistible. But it was. So that helped. She came across as innocent, stupid, questioning, and a terribly awkward attempt at flirting, as if it were her first time.

But you seem like a strong wolf. Surely you would protect me, Kalix?

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ooc lol he's so smart. She's calling his bluff. I thought I would alter her mask slightly to make it more believable, but of course, it's your call as to whether or not it works (; reply soon!

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She blushed... What. The. Fuck. Did she... have a... crush on him? Alarm bells were sounding through Kalix's skull as the female advanced on him, asking if he would protect her. Hah! He'd sooner disperse her entrails to the four corners of the continent! Everything about the female in front of him was despicable, and he no longer cared whether she was real or not. He'd met idiotic wolves in his time but Zaida took the cake - she'd probably been raised by house pets! Her slowly wagging tail repulsed him, and if his lunch hadn't been so delicious he would have vomited! Her steps towards him were met with instant hostility: the fur along his shoulders, back and neck prickled, rising menacingly. His voice came out in a deep growl, and his words were meant to hurt. If she was as dumb as she appeared he would likely be able to get her to cry and run away. Oh how he hoped she was lying... Kalix hated crying.

"No. If you can't protect yourself you don't deserve to live." This was a base belief of Kalix's, and he'd found many wolves whose lives were being wasted by the very breath inhabiting them - he'd easily rectified this. The muscles in his hips and thighs tensed beneath his black fur, daring the female to make even a minutely aggressive move. "Go back home, whelp. Perhaps your mommy will let you suckle a few years longer." His pupils had dilated now, leaving only a thin ring of yellow around the black orbs of his eyes, letting as much light in as possible. There was no way the little femme in front of him could take him in a fight - naive or not - he was simply bigger, stronger. Even if she was fast, Kalix wasn't dumb - he wouldn't chase her. Having met his fair share of agile wolves he'd learnt to simply stand and keep his facing with them, he wouldn't tire himself out bounding after some slick idiot. Running was a sign of weakness.

He continued to eye her condescendingly, his mind buying more and more into the idea that she really was dumb. He expected fear to strike her now, not for any devious sexual act (that Kalix wouldn't dream of enacting), but for her very life. Having little moral code, he had no problem killing any wolf, male or female, though he often drew the line at whelps. Perhaps she would run away? While this would rob him of his chance to add yet another mindless kill to his growing list, it would save him the hassle. A scared wolf often falls prey to other foes - cougars, bears, starvation even. At least he would kill her quickly.

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Muse: GREAT - but this post wasn't.
Notes: My mind is everywhere and I felt like this had no flow...