Idyllic Scene (Open)

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“Well… Ain’t this a pretty spot?”

The white beach that Kaine had just landed open was an idyllic site, the sand soft and warm on his feet as he exited the water, he nearly lost his balance, but quickly righted himself as he walked ashore. The sun shone down on the dark grey wolf as he shook off the water that remained on his coat, it wasn’t a perfect job, but it will do.

He knew he shouldn’t stay for long, but this beach seemed like a welcome change from the cramped, miserable interior of the ship he was on board just a mere day ago. On the plus side, the humans seemed eager to keep their captives fed and quenched, Kaine had even gained a few pounds whilst he was on board. Of course the lack of sanitation, the spread of illness and the heat… oh yes… the heat had driving some of his fellow captives insane, he had plotted, and took advantage.

The poor humans that fed Kaine were dead now, he had to kill them in order to make his escape by jumping off that boat. And what do you know! He had landed on a pretty beach with plenty of energy, a salty coat and a slight thirst, no pressure.

Kaine turned and began to make his way along the beach, on his left, plains opened up, to his right, open ocean greeted him, and the beach ahead seemed endless. He walked with at a casual pace, as he carefully planned his next move. He would after a short while on the beach, move on to the plains and see what he could find.

Kaine smirked to himself, maybe he would find another wolf or two, and he could try and form another following, with himself at the head of it. If that wolf or two were part of another pack, he could join, and work his way to the top, perhaps he might take over, or pull a few wolves away to form his own. If either didn’t work, he could just leave and be done with it. Simplicity really.

Kaine’s pleasure grinded to a halt as he noticed the sand gradually started to shift from the white sand he had first noticed to dirty-looking sand he was more familiar with. Moaning, Kaine turned around and walked back the way he had came. He was soon at the same spot he had just landed at.

That was he smelt it, the whiff of another wolf, very close.

“Showtime!”

Kaine’s head snapped around in the general direction of where the source of the scent was. Narrowing his eyes slightly as he did so and letting a slight snarl out. But then he smiled and let out a hearty laugh, “Very sneaky! If you were planning to attack me, you would have been in for a challenge, unless you were admiring my good looks?”. Kaine stopped laughing and smiled, waiting for whatever wolf was there to make the next move.

Word Count: 509
Notes: Feel free to react anyway you like to Kaine. The post itself could be better, I will try and do better next post.

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“Attack?” purred a low, feminine voice from behind.

There upon the sand stood a dark-furred she-wolf with bright golden eyes and a pointed face. She was petite, long of leg and torso for her height, and was gazing at Kaine with a look of coy amusement. As he turned his face to meet hers, she let out a loud, melodic string of laughter, which rose over the sound of waves touching the shore. The laugh was full of genuine pleasure, as though someone had just told a particularly funny joke – but it was not cruel, nor pointed. She was not laughing at the absurdity of Kaine’s suggestion, but at the absurdity of the situation.

And the situation was, quite bluntly, absurd. The femme was waterlogged – absolutely drenched. She looked something like a cotton puff that had been dredged through a lake. Her black fur hung limply and heavily from her sides, dripping and flinging beads of saltwater everywhere she walked. Her tall, rounded ears twitched, full of seawater and sand and aching from the pressure. Around her small frame, seaweed hung, dragging on the ground; it wrapped around her neck, legs and tail, sticking to her matted fur. Sand was crusted on the sides of her face and across her back. She blinked furiously and sneezed from the effects of the saline. She looked absolutely ridiculous, like a low-budget sea monster featured in some vintage Hollywood horror film.

But despite all her current disheveled appearance, the beauty below shone through – through her eyes, mostly, which gazed upon Kaine with a look of gentle curiosity. They flickered over his body, taking his whole form in at a slow pace. A small, flirtatious smile creased the corners of her mouth. She took a few steps towards him, her leaky pelt filling her shallow pawprints with water as she walked.

The previous day’s events were a blur to her. They ebbed and flowed through her mind like the rising and sinking of the tide, coming and going as they pleased. Some facts she was certain of, though. One moment she had been chained up inside some sort of aquatic vessel, snarling against her chains and fighting for freedom. Those hairless monsters had taken her captive on the beach, had thrown her into the darkness of the ship's belly. But then, in an instant, everything was obscured: she had plunged into the depths below, her cage jarred open by falling debris as the vessel collapsed below the storm. Then, a swirl of sea water and driftwood danced before her and the lights went out and her nose and mouth were filled with fire.

The next time her eyes opened, she was lying sideways on the shore of some unknown land, coughing sand and shrimp out of her lungs.

The mysterious femme spoke again, the laughter still fresh on her lips. “No fight in this one,” she said. Her voice was rich with a thick, antiquated accent. “But admiration… yes.” Closing the gap between them, she halted where she stood and lowered her body in a respectful bow, as she had been accustomed to from youth. Her chin brushed the ground lightly; as she craned back to full height, the gold eyes glistened with sincerity. ”A chance meeting by the Fates. I was thrown from a vessel into the water and thought my life was over, but now I see the world has other plans for me.” Behind, her tail wagged in a long, slow brushing motion.

Behind the pretty face, though, the mind was turning. Yes… the voice whispered, buried deep where only her thoughts could be heard. I can work with this.


word count: 633
tag: Kaine
ooc: She came from a ship too – whether the same ship or just a coincidence, you decide!

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Kaine was slightly surprised when he turned to the wolf that had spoken, and he was amused by his own error, as rather than off to one side as he orginally thought judging by scent, the female voice came from behind him. As he turned to face the wolf, he heard a pleasureful laugh, and came face to face with the female. 

The wolf that stood before the grey wolf was soaked and covered in seaweed and sand, it's a likeable guess that this female had just washed ashore herself. Hell, in reality, the female looked like a mess when Kaine inspected her, unlike himself, who had retained some of his dignity in appearance when he washed up a shore after a day adrift at sea.

If the she-wolf wasn't covered in all the stuff on her and wasn't sneezing from the salt, Kaine could have swore the female would have looked a lot more beautiful. Golden eyes scanned Kaine's body, before giving a small smile as she took a few steps towards him.

As she approached, Kaine's own grey eyes began to inspect the female's own body, black fur that was currently dripping away with sea water with a decently sized body for her height. However, other the curious golden eyes the one thing that stood out to the male was her length... A considerably long body for her weight and height.

'Like a snake...' Kaine mentally joked.

When the female made her remark about his prior comment, sadly aimed in the wrong direction, Kaine couldn't help but smile widely, at least he wouldn't  have to spill some blood on this rather pretty scene... this rather pleasant beach...

The black furred female paused in front of the grey furred male and bowed, a posture that surprised the male.

'Bowing? Even poor Xavier wasn't up for such formalities."

Nevertheless, unsure of himself, the grey wolf bowed his own head in a kind reply.

The female rose back to her full height and spoke, ”A chance meeting by the Fates. I was thrown from a vessel into the water and thought my life was over, but now I see the world has other plans for me.”.

A fellow castaway, Kaine thought, some other poor soul that had found herself trapped by the humans. The way the female spoke and her accent were unfamiliar to the male, she must have hailed from some distant land he had never heard from.

Nevertheless, he smiled ever so slightly wider.

'Well, a fate similar to mine it seems, you see, I was imprisoned on a ship myself, the only difference I can tell is that I threw myself of the  accursed ship rather then get thrown off, after... putting aside a few humans... Wait..."

Kaine's smile vanished as he looked back into his memories, luckily he did not have to look for long, he remembered his fellow captives howling with madness from heat and a wide range of other factors, save one.

A black-furred wolf with golden eyes...

Surprise flickered across the male's face as the memory came back to him. "You were a fellow captive on that overheated pile of scrap, luckily for the both of us, we were the only two, at least of what I know of, to not go insane."

Kaine smiled once more, "Surely you must have seen me make my getaway? How long did it take for that old thing to sink? A day? An hour? Tell me, I'm curious."

Kaine paused once more and laughed once more, wagging his tail slowly, but irregularly thanks to his laughter. After burning the laughter out, he looked back at the female.

"I am Kaine, son of a maniac, but nevertheless we are... Or should I say were, fine warriors."

The male cocked his head to one side, "And you are?"

Word Count: 639
Notes: Thanks for replying Frazz! I'm treating the ship part as Kaine seeing Inwtoke on the ship before Kaine escaped and the ship sank. Reply soon.

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"Wait, wait!"

She gestured for Kaine to take a step back or two. When she was satisfied that she would not make a mess of him, she vigorously shook her body, flinging seaweed, briny water and globs of wet sand this way and that. The pristine sand was speckled with droplets of water, spraying out in a broad circle. But when at last the she-wolf had stopped shimmying, her fur was once again clean -- if not a bit matted. Her pretty face was unobstructed by debris once more.

"Much better," she breathed. Her words had something of a dark lilt to them.

The gilded eyes flickered curiously, their gaze lingering intensely on the silver-hued male. The snakelike femme looked upon him as though enchanted, eyelids hanging low in sultry observation. But they snapped back in surprise as soon as the boat was mentioned. Excitedly, she nodded at him. "Our fate is one," she replied, taking another small small step forward. Testing her boundaries -- they were fairly close to one another now. Not uncomfortably so, but closer than was typical for a pair of strangers. "But this escape was not seen. My memory is --" What was that English word? She struggled to find the right vocabulary. "Not clear." That would do.

She continued to look at him, an enthralled expression on her face, as he spoke -- but on the inside, her mind was swimming with a long stream of thoughts. I wonder... what sort of plants grow on this island, she mused in her native language.  All her stores were, regrettably, back in North America.  She would have to start from scratch now.  If I could just drum up the basics -- wolfsbane, moonseed, maybe a bit of hemlock. Some huckleberries to make it all go down easier. I'll have to do some experimenting  Her bright eyes briefly shifted inland where dense foliage shielded the rest of the island from view.  How big was it?  How many wolves resided here?


This turn of events could be... interesting.  A little smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.  Very interesting, indeed.  Perhaps not so unlucky, after all.

Turning her full attention back to Kaine, she offered him a wide, genuine grin. "Warrior Kaine. 'Ozuye' in my tongue." She chuckled slightly. When asked her own name, she lowered her slender face in another respectful bow. "Iwatoke."


words: 385
tag: Kaine
ooc: Sorry this is utter poop but my muse was shot after the first version got erased.

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The dark furred female's sudden speech caught the grey furred male completely off guard, much to his own surprise, Kaine normally had an uncanny knack of quickly responding to any sort of talk or encounter without any hesitation, being part of a pack that killed and plundered had that kind of effect on anyone, however, as the female motioned for Kaine to step back, he simply stood there, dumbstruck for a second before quickly shaking his head in annoyance and backing up. As the female quickly shook herself, the grey wolf couldn't help but watch as all the seaweed, sand and water flew clear of her body, what looked like something pulled straight from the trash now became a rather beautiful wolf before him.

"Much better,", stated the female, with a hint of darkness.

'Don't get too comfortable... we aren't that well accaintenced.'

He remembered the females from his father's war pack, either they were fierce warriors themselves or flirty, dirty wolves that... sold their services... and this female was reminding him a small amount about the latter as she expressed surprise when she approached about the two being on the same ship, her memory apparently being 'not clear', the poor girl should have been traumatised, though she seemed unaffected beside her memory. 'Lets not be hasty'.

Kaine inspected the female carefully, she was a rather pretty wolf, now she was no longer covered in debris and was clean, though the way she acted and spoke had gave the male a sense of surprise, where did she hail from exactly?

She soon gave him a wide grin, provoking the grey furred male to reply in kind, giving off one of his tailor made, signature smiles, she soon gave him the title Ozuye, 'Certainly from a different land, could explain the accent... and the looks...' Kaine wickedly thought.

Then she soon said her name, Iwatoke. A curious name indeed. "Oz-u-e?" uttered Kaine, struggling to pronounce the new word as he frowned in concentration, however, he soon smiled once more, "Well, either way, a pleasure to meet you Iwatoke." the grey wolf stated, bowing back to the female before soon looking around the pair of wolves with a lazy gaze at the local area, "So, other than the fact we are on a beach, a rather Idyllic Scene I must confess, do you have any idea of where we may be Iwatoke?" asked the male rhetorically.

Word Count: 404
OOC: Don't worry Frazz, I know that feeling all to well. Sorry if the end paragraph is a little bit bad to begin with.
Tag: @iwatoke

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Her expression remained pleasant and friendly, but all the while her gold eyes scanned Kaine's face for any hints toward the inner workings of his brain. Was that the slightest touch of hesitation in his features? Easily -- not too suddenly -- she shifted her body away from his, widening the gap between them by small intervals until the distance was far enough to reassess. She wanted to test the boundaries, yes, but not go barreling past them too soon. He was not of her kin; he was one of the wolves from down the mountain, the 'modern' wolves who had long forgotten the teachings of old. She smirked slightly at him. Ozuye, Son of Maniac, she purred. So quickly you forest wolves have lost the wisdom of your father's fathers.

"Ozuye," she repeated. Slowly the word dripped from her tongue, thick with her ancient-sounding accent. "It means fighter." She looked amused at his botched pronunciation -- and at his assertion that he was, in fact, a warrior. He did not look like the great, hulking warriors of the Nipawset. He was scrawny in comparison. His voice did not strike fear into her heart. HIs eyes were not wild with the desire to protect his kin. But his voice and expression gave her no reason to believe that he was lying -- perhaps wolves down the mountain simply had no need for behemoth warriors.

At Kaine's question the serpentlike she-wolf turned her face, gazing once more into the underbrush that led inland. She took a few steps forward, her long snout tilted up at the wind. She gave a few deep inhales -- nothing. Then she lowered her face to the sand, sniffing curiously as she gently nudged her face into the milky white grains. She walked in a few broad, lazy circles, nose twitching all the while, until finally her turnabout led her back to the male. She reported her findings: "Faint scent. Two she-wolves went here, some time ago. Loners. No pack nearby." She could be wrong, of course, but her nose usually told few lies.

But she was not interested in wolves or packs -- at least, not yet. Not until she had found out a thing or two concerning what lay beyond the shores of the island. She was itching to explore the plant life; she took a few steps toward the treeline, gazing over her shoulder playfully to incite her new acquaintance to come along. "Come, Warrior Kaine -- let us explore what Fate provided us two."

Hopefully a nice garden of flowers for Iwatoke to play with, she cackled. And you, Ozuye, shall be my first... subject.


word count: 420
tag: Kaine
ooc: Still not great but better than before.

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Kaine wondered what cogs were turning in Iwatoke's mind, in other words, he wondered what was on the female's mind. What did she have in mind ultimately? She slowly repeated that foreign word with that thick accent of hers, explaining it's meaning. Her expression suggested that she was amused, and in many ways the grey furred wolf wasn't that surprised, he would very likely be doing the same thing if their places had been changed.

When he asked about their location, he didn't expect the female to start sniffing around, first in the air, then across the sand, Kaine curiously watched her work, and was surprised to her explain her findings, and the male couldn't help but smile, this female might be worth her weight, when he found a pack to form or take over, he might offer her a place... but hell, he needed to figure out was present in this new land.

The female with the long body gazed over his shoulder playfully towards the plains, "Come, Warrior Kaine -- let us explore what Fate provided us two.".

Kaine had noticed that the female had looked quite a few times in the plains direction, along with the treeline, at least twice... it seemed like Iwatoke wanted to go that way. The male decided to... offer a choice... it would be a good way to start coming up with ideas for what Iwatoke had in mind... and how it affected him.

So, he immediately replied, "So, shall we stick to this pretty beach? Or make our way inland? I for one would at least follow the beach until we get to... well... more muck... unless you had something else in mind?"

Kaine let a small amount of darkness slip into the last few words, leaving the sentence hanging, to be grabbed or not he didn't care, he wanted to see how she reacted, as his grey eyes bored into hers, and a small smile came to be on his face.

A rather dark, humorous smile...

Word Count: 335
Notes: Sorry that this is a bad post and a bit late, I admit my muse dropped when the power went off back here. I will do better next time, promise!
Tags: @iwatoke