Darkness washed up on a shore [Joining] [Open]

[Night Wind]

Night Wind woke up in a bleary haze. His body felt fine but the grit of the sand and dirt mixon his face was causing discomfort. The ragged black wolf slowly rocked his body up on his stomach allowing his equilibrium to balance. As he did he felt a sudden blast of wind and sea spray hit him. He stayed still as the droplets of water ran off of his coat. He finally opened his eyes to darkness. Around him lay steep cut away cliffs in the stark darkness of what must be just past evenings last gasp. As he continued to scout the land he felt another harsh gust followed by sea spray. The patch of beach he lay on was narrow at best. Maybe ten feet deep at its best.

Night stood rapidly. His body ached but he ignored it easily as he began slowly making his way back towards the cliff edges. He took stock of his body at the base of the cliffs and came to the realization that he was as healthy as normal. This was good because he had no real idea of the land he was in. This could be a land to finally find a pack to do more research for. But then again maybe he would just have to cut and bleed the wolves here till the land itself was soaked. Either way so long as he was allowed to kill and continue his research he would do as he felt was needed.

It was odd though, he felt a pull that he had not felt in a while. A pull to find a pack again. That was odd. It made no sense. The last pack had lead to nothing good. They had let him his freedom but in the same sense things had not ended well. Why was he suddenly feeling the need for sociaility now. His ear twitched in a very mild form of irritation at his own irrationality. Well maybe here he would find a leader worth serving. Then again probably not. He shrugged off the thought process and began climbing. The climb wasn't terrible as they went and it only took Night a short while to get up to the top.

Once he broached the top he looked back only to receive more spray from the ocean into his face. Ashe looked back away one lipped peeled back from a white fang in irritation at the discomfort. This place was already starting to grate on his nerves and he regretted not killing the two legged ones a little later. At that thought he tasted the blood in his mouth and it calmed him. So long as he was alive and had his claws and fangs he would hunt and kill for whatever reason drove him. If he could do it for a pack and their honor even better.

The lightening quick shift and change of his mind moved smoothly. This was the way Night Wind was. Until he had a target or goal from either his own mind or whoever earned his respect as an Alpha, the chaos which was his mind would continue. For now he looked down the coast trying to understand where he was and where to head to next.

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The cove was quiet, if one could dismiss the rhythmic collapsing of waves from hearing. At his vantage upon the cliffs, their nautical roar was as negligible as the temperate breeze. Not a creature stirred upon the slim coastline, undoubtedly due to the unsightly wooden atrocity that marred the otherwise serene lagoon.

What in Fenrir’s name is that beast?

The alpha’s stern expression remained trained upon the ghastly structure in the distance, it’s inanimate body clearly in a state of decay, despite there being no accompanying stench. Its origins clearly were not of the island, and so he assumed that it must have washed up, unwanted by both the waves as well as its human inventors. A hideous thing, and though he did not want that repugnant monument defacing his land, it’s sheer magnitude would make it impossible to deconstruct or remove. A grating sigh heaved his chest. For now, he would simply have to accept it’s grim existence – but perhaps somewhere in his long lifetime, he would watch it decay into the sand of it’s own measly accord. That lone thought brought a hopeful smirk to his stark features.

In that moment, a dark speck emerged from the rolling tide, surfacing precariously upon the scant shore. At his altitude upon the overlooking cliff, it’s shape was not an easy one to discern – the creature’s disorientation made him assume it was some sort of dying seal, remaining deathly still at first, but as it stood, it was clear that it was no such creature, but a wolf. Goliath’s gaze remained severe as he assessed the affronted lupine with a candid stare. The fool clearly had no idea where he was, gazing about in confusion and attempting to regain some semblance of poise. This creature hadn’t arrived here deliberately, that much Goliath was certain of, but his origin was another matter entirely – something the giant brute would not have been able to simply infer from his tattered, drowned appearance.

The intensity of his gaze became pensive, brooding over the incident where he and Datura had first crossed paths. A misfortunate day for her, but a most prosperous day for him, as the slender femme proved to earn her place as his most devoted follower. The situation had been much the same as the one that now unfolded before him – she had washed ashore in Tiayr, where he stood atop Zozry’s Glory like some watchful, omnipotent god, waiting for her to be drawn towards him. This strange wolf, black as night, approached the cliff in contemplation of his ascent, his eyes yet to spy the behemoth standing in wait at its summit. Goliath’s position on the steep outcrop was concealed only by the height between them, the other wolf possibly overlooking him for the silhouette of an inconspicuous stone bluff.

The darker wolf climbed with relative ease, light-footed and nimble upon the incline as he clambered further and further up the cliff face. Goliath did not bother to hide his smile – if he himself had attempted the same feat, he imagined that the mere weight and inelegance of him would have tore down the very foundation of the cliffside, rendered brittle under his unearthly size. When the wolf finally breached the ledge, not far from where he sat, the brute resounded a guttural bark to capture the other’s attention. Goliath saw no point in squandering time when he had already wasted minutes upon minutes of observing this creature scale the precipice in the mildest hope that he would slip and fall to his gruesome doom. Alas, there was still time for grisly a sequel to the other’s climb.

“Forgive me if I don't offer you a grand welcome, stranger. I am no more a gracious host than you are a gracious guest in my land - trespassing in broad daylight? What is the world coming to,” he suppressed his apathetic smirk for something more stoic and imposing, his icy stare unblinking as he contemplated the fate of this willowy male. On one hand, his swiftness and dexterity in ascending the cliff was a remarkable thing all on it’s own, worthy of commending – but on the other, he was a mere slip of a brute, his size and weight a shame to his gender and in no way earning him a reprieve from invading Kairos’ territory. A distasteful scowl formed upon the giant’s grim exterior, his broad head gazing up at the sky as though the almighty might offer some counsel to his dilemma. “This is quite the predicament that you've stumbled into; behind you is a cliff, the descent I promise to be far quicker and more lethal than the climb – but before you stands a mighty giant whose home you have so blindly invaded. Which will be more merciful?"

Silence. He waited for his threat to be received, before a touch of a grin overcame his barbarous countenance. "I should warn you that I am as territorial as gravity is absolute.”

 His words were sullen, though his tone was anything but – it was clear how highly he thought of himself, and given the stark contrast between he and the stranger, the smaller wolf was in no place to contest his superiority. Who was he to challenge the divine? Nothing but a speck of dust caught in his almighty hurricane.

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[Night Wind]

Night Wind heard the incredible bellow of a creature and turned his dark furred head to annoyance. His eyes lay upon a massive mixed fur behemoth of a wolf. How much blood does that creature contain? He wondered silently at himself as the creature spoke “Forgive me if I don't offer you a grand welcome, stranger. I am no more a gracious host than you are a gracious guest in my land - trespassing in broad daylight? What is the world coming to,” As the words poured from the creatures maw Night silently finished his judgment. A lot of blood and thunder in this one. Made him wonder if the creature used brute size and force or if he hid cunning behind that brutal exterior.

“This is quite the predicament that you've stumbled into; behind you is a cliff, the descent I promise to be far quicker and more lethal than the climb – but before you stands a mighty giant whose home you have so blindly invaded. Which will be more merciful?" At the males words Eidus twitched one ear but stayed silent against the giants onslaught of speech. By all the blood in this creature he speaks a lot doesnt he? Again the thoughts were silent in his head as he watched the brute carry on “I should warn you that I am as territorial as gravity is absolute.” Well stands to reason, Night thought in his head, after all outside of your size and your territory you x have a lot to be proud of.

His silence was all the answer he gave to the giants words at first. He looked around the land and then back to the creature before speaking “A mighty giant I can agree with. As for the territory I must ask your forgiveness. I had no intent to trespass upon your lands but was sadly dropped here by those which walk on two legs.” Much like his appearance Night's voice was unsettling. There was no emotion in it. It simply was. He spoke with no cadence and even less with no inflection. His words came out even and unmoved by any thing other than logical response.

“If you wish to kill me I shall defend myself but I do not seek conflict with you. I only seek to leave these lands. Maybe a pack here can find use of me but I wish to live to see a pack that may accept me.” Nights words flowed out almost uneven as if the thoughts in his head were changing and shifting as he spoke but only the slightest edge of it showed in his voice. His lank form remained at ease though his mind whirled ready for the opposing male to take offense at any of his words. The chances still remained that the creature would attack him and his position was as the creature said tenuous. He would battle if need be but letting his own blood spill would waste all the chances he had to spill blood later.

As Night finished speaking his piece he allowed himself to break eye contact with the massive creature and peered around at the lands. He noted routes that would allow him to flee though very few gave any indication of honestly giving him the chance to flee the massive creature. He may have to flee back down the cliffs. If thats what it came to he could make do but he preferred instead to make his peace with the massive creature and be on his way. Though the massive beast intrigued him in a way. What kind of pack did this creature lead. How much of this land was his and if there was some that wasn't what kind of wolves could contest such a beast.

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The darker male’s ambivalence did little to quell the ire that brimmed from the alpha’s intent stare. Aside from a self-assured flick of the ear, the lone creature showed no outward signs of acknowledgement towards his greatness, clearly ignorant to the fact that he was in the company of a god. There was no awe in his eyes, much like a naive pup staring unknowingly into a pit of desolation. In the eyes of the foolish, danger was a thing unrecognisable, if it existed at all.
He almost snorted at the lack of comprehension, but instead of annoyance prickling his own expression, cynicism on the borderline of contempt emerged in his eyes. Why was this wolf so unflinching? He had little, if any, greatness of his own to boast of - the stranger’s frailty an obvious disadvantage when overshadowed by his own sheer magnitude. The massive brute scrutinised the frail wolf at his feet, settling upon the only evidence of strength hidden amongst the creature’s weedy frame – his face. Undeterred, blank, and yet somehow, unafraid.

A mighty giant I can agree with. As for the territory I must ask your forgiveness. I had no intent to trespass upon your lands but was sadly dropped here by those which walk on two legs.

Goliath was beginning to think the dark wolf was a mute, before words eventually came from him in the cool thrum of a detached, impassive voice. A mouth with no fire, and no bite, it seemed, for his tone was barren and dispassionate, and for lack of better words, grey. If voices had colours, his own would have been a brilliant, burning white, like a flash of clarity from the heavens when the sky was embroiled in a snare of darkness. His voice thundered and resounded with uninhibited truth and power, a hymn that overpowered mortal voices as though they were mere whispers thrown to the breeze. This passion was altogether absent in the stranger’s distant timbre, which held no glimmer of emotion. It seemed that this creature was truly committing himself to indifference – and though Goliath knew he was afflicted by a far more condemning madness, at the very least, he was not as tiresome and tedious as the sodden dog staring him in the eye.

Unimpressed, Goliath said nothing. The stranger had asked his forgiveness – an empty bid, with naught but a rhetorical meaning – and the alpha had no intention of acknowledging his mistake by returning clemency. He had done nothing to deserve it, and so he would remain in silence.

If you wish to kill me I shall defend myself but I do not seek conflict with you. I only seek to leave these lands. Maybe a pack here can find use of me but I wish to live to see a pack that may accept me.

Conflict – perhaps that was what Goliath wanted. Aggression had found a comfortable home in him, now that the season to procreate had arrived on Anikira with the steady oncoming of winter. Bitches on the verge of their heat roamed in idle obliviousness to the lust that it riled in him, coy and feverish in their bid to escape from every male that lingered in their trail. Their lurid scents drove him farther into a madness most divine, and in the wake of his unfulfilled desire was a frustration all too consuming. His craving was a thirst that drank himself dry - but it was clear that this runt would not be able to help him alleviate that, no matter how small he was. Fraught or not, he would never stoop to such desperate methods of relief.

“And what use would that be?” Goliath’s voice was expectant, although the insult was tangible in the drollness of his voice. This loner spoke of being useful, but in what way, the alpha could not fathom. He was small – and in compliance with his pack’s ideals, unfit. Incapable. Weak.

A male without strength was a female without a womb… barren at best, and utterly deplorable at worst.

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[Night Wind]

“And what use would that be?” the worlds rolled from the tongue of the brute. Night tilted his head slightly and emotion finally showed it's existence in him. “To kill for whoever commands my loyalty. That is the use I am made for.” Night looked at the giant and a hint of a feral smile crept up on his maw. He could see the judgment from the larger wolf in his eyes as he looked at him. Night was used to that by this time. Many males looked down because he was thin and smaller. It never stopped Night from tearing their throats open in the middle of the night. Or neatly cutting their hamstring as the ran near convenient cliffs. His way of killing may not be the most honorable but it was effective.

“You may look down on me, giant of this land, for not being the same size as you but it matters not to me in the end. I can still kill even if its not as honorably as the way you do it.” His ear flicked again and looked up towards the males eyes. His gaze was steady but with no challenge to it. He knew in a fair fight he would at best escape with scars, but more than likely fall to this beast. However that did not strike fear into his mind just a steady respect of what this creature could do.

He wasn't sure how this conversation would continue with this beast. While Night Wind sought a pack and an alpha to us him and his abilities this creature seemed too dull in a sense. To trusting on only his muscle and nothing else. Night had expectations that this strong brute would maybe be the one to follow however it was starting to appear that the brute would show no interest in his existence outside of anger and irritation. As he sat there he carefully began to note the land around him in better detail. If he needed to flee he wanted to know as much about the land as he could.

Unobtrusively he adjusted his weight to his back legs and looked at the massive male. “I will be honest oh nameless giant, if we fought I would most likely lose. Direct combat is not what I am built for. I wish to find a place for myself in this world, if that is here with you then so be it. If you wish me gone then I shall leave.” Night let the emotion drain from him again and found the quiet in his mind. This was going to end in some way and soon. If the giant made his move to attack it would take all that Night had to flee in a land he did not know.

Night Wind let his body relax as he waited for the giant, alpha as far as he could tell, response. This land was already full of surprises. With the size of this monster he hoped it wasn't a sign of the creatures on this land. He would starve if the prey required one to be that large. However none of this mattered if he did not either follow this creature or disentangled himself from the situation before it cost him body and life.
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