Shattered Joy (Heimdall)

[Heimdall]

She seemed so free, so easy with life that she had a natural ability to draw others to her. He felt the tug but his natural tendencies were just as powerful and able to keep his focus..mostly. Tantalizing scent filled his nostrils so potent it washed the burnt aroma away with ease, filling his lungs with her signature scent. What a lovely toy. The desire to overpower her was strong, dominate her in every way he could. But that would ruin his plans. Self control was key so he merely let the tug of war within his head continue on.

He let her lead him through the strange land and arrived at a twisting bundle of nature to shelter him. He scanned it once over to find out if there were any true disadvantages but seemed suitable for his needs. Dipping his head in approval, "You seem to have pegged me well, Aztec." He smirked again but this was more to himself than her. Would she take that comment as some glimpse into his soul. Hopefully although it was misleading. He was no angel, his wings if he ever had them were long gone and replaced by the thorns that wrapped around his heart.

"I suppose I'll find out soon enough of the other packs. However you've made such a good impression that I doubt anything could dampen that for me." How charming he thought himself to be, but the real challenge was to charm her. Make her believe he was a gentleman, willingly give herself to him to play with in any sense of the word.

Pulling himself up to his full height despite the exhaustion he felt, Heimdall stepped close to her with a protective aura that he acted was completely natural. She was capable but did she rely on others despite that?

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]"I highly doubt that Sirhaan, after all, you are a mystery. But I believe you like it that way." Attempting to strive off her unease she grinned at him with an almost playful wink. The one thing she could say for this encounter, it at least drew her thoughts away from the bottomless depression in which she'd found herself. Sea green eyes watched as he studied the makeshift den, she knew of three reliable escape routes if the need arose, but she was certain with a warriors trained eye he also saw those same escape routes. Which meant it true escape would lay in swiftness and knowledge of the land, both were things she possess in abundance, and only one may have been gifted to the brute. This was how she reassured herself, even as the negative thoughts played through her mind. While she hunted for him, he could very well be exploring those routes, familiarizing himself with the area enough to prevent escape. Inwardly she sighed, it was her brothers voice she heard when these thoughts danced their way through her skull.

His voice brought her out of her thoughts to focused on him with more then just her gaze. If a wolf could blush then her cheeks would have been crimson. "I am a poor example of what this land has to offer. And the packs of this island vary as greatly as the wolves themselves, or so I have been told. From the twisted sadistic, to the pure of heart. I believe they can all be found somewhere on these lands." Embarrassed by his praise she attempted to shift the attention from herself.

When he pulled himself upward to his full height she couldn't help but stare, he wasn't pretty boy handsome like the wolves of her birth pack, instead he held a rugged handsomeness that spoke of a rough life, endurance and strength. He was the same height as she was, and she'd guess he was around the same weight, but his presence made her feel dwarfed. Small. When he stepped towards her he held the same feel that Argent did when he went into protector mode, and Aztec wasn't exactly sure how to respond, after all Argent was the only one who'd cared enough about her to put up with her reckless ways. He was her knight in shining armour, always there to keep her safe. But here was this stranger who seemed safe, displaying the same tendencies. Did that mean he saw her as a surrogate sibling?

With a bashful ducking of that skull she would murmur softly, "I should see about placating that beast you call a stomach. I'll be back before the sun vanishes." That would give her about an hour to catch something large enough to satisfy his hunger.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

A mystery. Good. He wanted to seem deep and an object of curiosity to keep her enthralled long enough to turn her completely to his side. True this tactic was not his norm and frankly it was long winded for someone who's patience was not a strong suit. But he would have to develop new tactics here and this was just getting his feet wet. Not to say he intended on never just muscling someone under him again, that was to fun to give up on. But without the protection of his pack or even his sisters presence in his life, he felt off kilter and decided to morph into a more complex predator. Survival of course.

Looking at her now he wondered how much he managed to keep her guessing. She confessed he was a mystery and he saw how she looked at his scars, only if she knew the stories behind them. How many pets he had taken control of, rebelled and so on. These were not the sparring scars received by some pup in training, he was hard and experienced. 

If Heimdall was given to clear expressions of emotion he would have laughed when Aztec told him the variety of wolves to be found 'somewhere' on the island. How little she realized that the pure of heart and the twisted sadistic were to be found right here in this very spot. But that dark face remained neutral and seemed to study this home for the night. How much longer until she figured it out?

"Good luck on the hunt. I'm sure you'll do excellent." He turned to be positioned in a way to see her off in whatever direction she chose. She wouldn't be gone long, he had lots of planning to do while she was away though.

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Aztec

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]With those parting words she slipped away, already in Hunter mode. For a moment she pressed her worries to the back of her mind, her focus was on the scent that filled her senses. It was the scent of young life, precarious in its existence. She dispersed taking the young, because without them the newer generations could not exist and game would become less plentiful. But there were times when a good meal was needed and as a solo wolf large game was difficult if not impossible to take on her own without injury. And frankly she was very much aware an injury would be disastrous in the situation she found herself.

Shifting her position so she was upwind of the creature and her mother, Aztec crept forward studying the pair. Not even a year old the little one would provide an excellent meal for both her and Sirhaan, now the trick would be separating it from its mother. Belly low to the ground, twins perched forward, those oceanic eyes scanning the area frequently returning to the pair as they chewed on the thick bark of a tree. Easing closer with every carefully placed step. If she could just get close enough with the tree separating the pair they would panic and bolt in different directions and she could take down the youngling before the mother when on the offensive. Minutes ticked by, inches between predator and prey diminished with one heart stopping moment when the mother became alert Aztec was finally in position. With a deep throated snarl, muscles bunched tightly to launch her forward. As predicted the twain broke apart and sped off in opposite directions. Bearing the left Tec's focus locked on the yearling. Within that broad chest her heart hammered, air burned in and out of those lungs in steady deep breaths flooding those muscles with energy and power. Very much aware that time was limited, Aztec pushed herself to her max speed quickly gaining on the creature. One mighty leap, strong jaws close around the soft flesh of a vulnerable neck. A sharp bite sent the warmth rushing into her mouth, that sweet metallic taste that nearly made her swoon as her hunger made its self known. Desperate hooves kicked while a little body twisted and it's strangled cry was cut short, it's windpipe crushed. The bugle of the mother screamed through the woods but it was to late and even she knew it.

Just as the sun was sinking below the horizon Aztec appeared in the little clearing before the entrance of the make shift den, dropping the carcass those quiet eyes drifted around while that voice rose.

"Sirhaan??"

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

Even as she turned to leave, Heimdall shrugged off his more courteous demeanor and turned into his darker, calculating self which was far more comfortable for the scarred brute. Critically inspecting the makeshift den for the night, he circled it a few times, walked in and out through each possible escape route and reconnect the surrounding area. Just because this wasn't claimed land didn't mean there were no threats nearby. And the last thing he wanted was someone distracting his new pet and taking her out from under him before his claim had been completed. He certainly wasn't one to share.

Even being so bold as to mark the trees nearby, Heimdall laid out his small territory however temporary this was it was his for the time being. It was during such an activity that he heard her voice call out for him. Tilting a scarred ear towards the bell-like sound he turned and quickly walked back to see that she had indeed been successful in her hunt and he dipped his head to her as he approached. "A hunter you most certainly are." His stomach rumbled again as the scent reached his nostrils and his growled quietly at it. So much for hiding weaknesses when ones own body betrayed him. She didn't seem to see it that way last time so hopefully that remained true as time went on. He had to be suspicious of all even his pets, but he wouldn't show intimidation to anyone. 

Even as the sun fell, Heimdall watched how the light played on her fur. Pretty prize, she would be a great little secret of his should he actually find Aesir wolves here. Until then..food.

Bright green eyes looked at her like she was the next meal but Heimdall of course had no intention of eating her. He wished something much more pleasant. For him anyway. But the time seemed premature so he merely dripped his gaze and waited to see what she planned doing next.

Aztec

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]When he appeared from the brush she would carefully keep her expression neutral, it didn't take a genius to detect his scent all over the area. Though she could assume it was meant to deter other loners it still put her guard up. She wasn't certain she wanted to be alone with the brute especially in her condition. She had never once been with a male like that, thanks mostly to her brothers protection, nor did she really want to be. After all she wanted her one and only to be with her mate, and Sirhaan didn't look like the type who'd settle for one female. On top of that she didn't love him, sure he was nice enough, but there wasn't a spark of real attraction for her in regards to him.

The bright chuckle slipped free as his stomach snarled once more. Disregarding the compliment simply because she didn't know how to handle it, so instead she fell back onto something she knew. "Feed that hidden beast, Sirhaan, before it leaps out of you to tend the job for you." Oceanic eyes wrinkled as she teased him, with a smirk, stepping away from the tender yearling. If there was anything left once he ate his fill then she may partake, but as it stood he needed the nourishment far more then she did. After all she had snagged a hare earlier in the day.

Turning slightly away she leapt nimbly atop on of the fallen trunks to settle on her belly, her gaze cast towards the swiftly setting sun. "I did not find fresh traces of another while on the hunt." Her words were meant as idle chit chat, to fill the silence, and to try and keep her mind from the dark place it always wandered when silence over took her still form in the darkness of the night. She knew he was eating, so she chose her words carefully, ones with which required only a single word or short replies if anything at all, out of courtesy.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

She seemed tense, he looked at her carefully to see if she would bolt now that he so openly marked this area. "Don't worry about it, Aztec. It's for your safety as much as mine." He remarked quietly, perhaps not comforting since he wasn't really the nurturing type. Then he let his gaze fall to the trophy between her feet and she teased that he should hurry up and get to work on it. "I think you're right." He sniffed the carcass briefly before pinching the skin between his teeth and beginning his feast. As soon as he took the first bite, his appetite soared and all grace left the brute as he focused purely on the animal. He was hungrier than he even realized.

The remark on them being alone in the vicinity was welcome news, he wouldn't be disturbed and free to do as he wished. But..his pack. Still no trace of them. He would have to try hard to find them as soon as he could. "See? You will be safe." He promised without even looking at her, the meal was far to pleasing to rip his attention away for too long. 

Once he had finished he looked up at the Jewel eyed female, green eyes burning above a blood stained muzzle as his breath slowed and he simply stared for a few seconds. Glancing back down at the chunk or two left, he picked one up and tossed it to her. "I can't take all of your trophy." He wanted to but he wanted her to begin to trust him more.

Licking his warm pink tongue over his lips to cleanse his muzzle, he should try to regain some regal standing. Who wanted to stare at someone that looked like a blood crazed male? "That was quite satisfying." Purring the words to her, Heimdall wanted to push ever so slightly to see how she would react. Surely if he came on too strong she would freak and run. That wouldn't work at all. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]She would blink slowly at him before choosing her words carefully. "I do not need you protection, my brother's, or anyone else's. I may be a worthless trouble making female, but that doesn't mean I am helpless." It was one of the few things she absolutely hate, the assumption that she would need to be protected, as if she were some fragile weak willed dainty. She was a damn fine huntress, and would someday prove she could be of some use beyond an idiot bimbo. Shaking her head she focused instead on a completely different subject.

A smirk crossed her muzzle as after the first careful tug the brute dove nose first into the carcass. Her attention was shifted to the sun, dipping lower below the horizon until at last it dropped from sight. The sky was alight with thousand upon thousands of stars, glittering against the velvet of the night. Drawing in a deep breath she would let it out on a sigh. She missed her brother, his comfort and warmth, for a single moment she longed for the new home they had found. But that desire was quickly suppressed. He doesn't want her anymore, if he didn't want her, why would any one else? She was more trouble then she was worth.

When she used the lack of others as a distraction to break the sounds of his ripping and swallowing she clench her jaws tightly, keeping her words of irritation locked inside instead she would add. "I did not come across a single trace of charred wood or smoke. I am sorry."

When he tossed a chunk of meat towards her she stated at it for a moment before twisting her frame delicately to slip down from her perch. Gently taking the meat she would finish it as quickly and neatly as possible, leaving minimal trace of blood to coat the cream and rust that encased her muzzle. "Thank you, Sirhaan. You did not need to share. But I appreciate the gesture."

She would watch as he cleaned his own night touched coat, a tilt to her head. "I am glad to hear that, when was the last time you are?" She wasn't certain how far from the island that his homeland was, but as she had never seen it she could only assume it was a hefty swim. When she settled down once more laying prone against the sun warmed earth as the chill of the night began to creep around them, it would be with a decent amount of distance between them, a 'safe' distance.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

Well that didn't go the way it was supposed too. He mused over her response while maintaining a distant persona. Making her upset would surely tear down any progress he made and the another toy would whirl away. He bristled at the thought of losing, he didn't take kindly to that idea whatsoever. She would stay, she would have no choice. The dark glow to his eyes riveted to the ground before the expression of his face would cause any more damage. She was being so difficult.

"Never did I claim to see you as helpless or weak. I just thought that two wolves who are away from their packs would do well to take precautionary measures." She couldn't counter that he was afraid if she did he would merely flash his scars once more. Those weren't awarded from fear. "What? Does your brother try to make you feel that way?" He stared at her hard, let her say whatever she wanted, there had to be a reason that he plucked a nerve like that. However innocently. 

So she had seen nothing. Not really surprising but still make him concerned over his sister that much more. Hel had to live. He would know if she was gone, somehow....wouldn't he? Taking a long deep breath to calm his anger and other bothersome emotions, Heimdall watched her take the offered scrap with all grace and delicacy. Never had he been that dainty, not that it was ever an option to try. Take or die those were his rules. 

"It's been a while." He thought back, trying to pinpoint the last time he had something besides a few rodents. "I had a mouse or two since I have arrived here. I don't really count that, certainly it was before the fire pushed me into the water."  Straightening himself further, Heim began to see how hopeless it seemed. His fur still stained and matted and now blood was thrown into the mix. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Aztec's skull dropped at his words, a feeling of foolishness settling over her shoulders as he explained further. When he put it that way it made a lot of sense, especially since the way of a warrior differed greatly from the path of a hunter in her home pack. She never really had to think about things in that aspect, even more so then others since her brother had always been there to ensure her safety. Another thing she had come to realize, how much she'd relied on her brother. She had always gone through life proud of the fact that she was strong, only to find out, since this journey began, how weak she truly was. It was a blow to that pride, and a great disappointment to herself. Those ear dipped to either side of her cranium with the weight of that thought, although they jerked back upright at his next question. "No! .....Well not intentionally. I am just realizing how much I have yet to learn, and it is because my brother and family protected me so thoroughly."

Wanting the conversation to turn away from her insecurities she tossed out a question for him. "Sirhaan, what is your sister like?" She would assume the fae was strong, given how her brother was. But was she overly protected like she herself was? The question also lead to others, but she withheld such things. After all she was not friends with the male, he didn't care about her, of that she was certain. All she could possibly be to him was a means to safely and swiftly find his sister and pack mates if they happened to be on Airila lands.

So she would shift the subject again, this time focusing on more mundane, less personalized topics. Food. "Well it certainly appeared to have been several days at the very least considering how swiftly that meal vanished." With those teasing words she stood up, stepping close enough to him to carefully grab the torn skin and meatless bones of the carcass, her intent was to move them away from the den entrance least it invite unwanted scavengers. Though if he made moves to indicate he was not yet finished she would leave them be before slipping past him to enter the twisted array of trunks that formed the holey cave. Taking a place at the far end near one of the many exits she would turn around several times clearing the ground of pebbles and other debris before curling up to lay in a ball. The night was here and the day had taken its toll, though she tried to relax she just couldn't seem too. That unease rolling relentlessly through her belly, she had never slept near a stranger before, let alone a strange male who obviously could tell she was in season. What would happen if he tried to take her? The thought excited her at the same time as it horrified her. She wanted a mate, someone to love for the rest of her life, if she was tainted goods a decent wolf would likely pass her by thinking she wasn't able to remain faithful. It was a pointless worry since she doubted any male would be willing to put up with her for very long.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

There! This seemed like his opening and a flicker of pride surged through his body. Patience may have some merits after all. She seemed a bit lost to him, if she was so sheltered then maybe she would come to think of him as her guiding light. "I could teach you a thing or two. Protection is important to a family but there is a balance that must be met." How odd this sounded to his own ears. Having been raised in a pack where Hel and himself were thrust into tough situations as soon as they were deemed old enough to survive. Protection wasn't given much attention as it was more focused on the survival of the fittest. But the twins protected each other in their own harsh way, so he meditated upon that as he formulated this plan. 

"Ah, she is a strong, intelligent female. Tougher than many males I've met. We trained as warriors together, although we developed different tactics, we work well together. I always had her back and she had mine. I am perfectly happy to have her on my side in a battle." How many times had he saved her life or she saved his because they were loyal to each other? They had been deemed the Nightmare Twins on more than one occasion and it was entertaining to Heimdall to think of. The mixture of present and past tense as he spoke of her wasn't realized until after he had finished. That was wrong of him. He couldn't assume she was gone until he saw her broken body, until then he would be convinced she made it. 

Watching her take the scraps away, Heimdall tilted his head and observed until she had gone inside and curled up. Should he sleep beside her? Sleeping sounded so lovely but he wanted to keep working on her. Yet another battle. Choosing a place near enough to her that he could keep a close eye on her yet not so close as to touch her, Heimdall stretched out and set his heavy head on his fore paws. "Just in case we have visitors in the night, I'll be right here." Protection seemed something she craved yet resented, he had to walk that fine line. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Twin soldiers perked at his offer, those oceanic eyes lifted to once more trace over his scars. "You are a warrior, like my brother. I know little to nothing of your ways. Much as I am reluctant to admit, hunting is where my talents lay, else where I am nothing but a bumbling pup. I fear You would only grow frustrated and annoyed with me if you attempt to teach me anything." A rueful smirk crossed her muzzle as she bashfully glanced to the ground. A shift in the conversation was welcomed as she inquired about his sister. Pushing her embarrassment aside Tec focused solely upon what the brute said to describe his sister. For a moment she wondered how Argent would describe her, would he have pride or shame in those deep tones?

These thoughts filled her mind, keeping her silent even as she cleaned up after Sirhaan, as he made no move to prevent her from moving the scraps away she assumed he had satisfied the snarl in his belly. A hidden smile touched her features at that thought. Argent would be proud of her for having helped two wolves now, right? Perhaps if she kept up such good deeds she'd be worthy enough for him to gladly call her sister.

As she curled up in a tight ball her gaze flickered towards him restlessly, watching the way he stretched out nearby. His words of protection may have caused some wolves to take their easy, but it wasn't visitors she was focused on. Instead it was the fact that for the first time in her life she was settling close to a male who was not family. Would she be able to sleep with his muscle bound form so close? So far he'd given her no reason to suspect any danger from him, but she had learned throughout this adventure, that looks could be deceiving. Flanks heaved out as she took a deep breath before releasing it on a quiet sigh, forcing her eyes closed. Still she remained alert, her other senses sharpening once sight was cut off.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

He didn't answer when she spoke of how frustrated he would become should he try to teach her how to fight. He was growing frustrated even now but in a different way. Still that stoic mask graced his rough features and watched the colorful girl settle in as he laid out in his chosen place. This subtlety thing was new to him and he was quickly learning to dislike it. Patience was obviously not one of his virtues but he reigned in that temper of his and merely scooted closer. No more of this dancing around the issue thing.

Contrasting fur meshed together as he brought his muscular form to her sleek mottled one. While not brashly suffocating out any measure of personal space she had, Heimdall made sure he was close enough she would have to acknowledge he was there. Now what would she do? He smirked to himself as he pictured several possible outcomes. All of which would simply be entertaining. She could fight him off which would only raise his blood and make the game end in a dramatic sort of way. Accept it and feed his never ending hunger for dominance. Or even neutral would be acceptable, he could mold the situation to whatever fit his fancy. With the way he saw it, he couldn't lose.

Resting his head, he breathed in deeply as the seconds ticked by. Her scent was thick and refused to be ignored, not that he really tried to. It wasn't in him to just deny nature like that. After all, if she didn't want him around then she would have said so already. Maybe she didn't know what she wanted. He would find out soon enough. 

Snuggling was nice enough in a useless kind of way. Heimdall wasn't one for such pleasantries yet he didn't want to go straight from one extreme to the other unless his hand was forced.

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Hehe ^^

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]She heard him shift around, she assumed he was merely making himself more comfortable. At least that was until she felt his course coat intermingling with her own, her movement were made without actual thought. Jerking away she sat up onto her hunches staring down at his reclining form uneasily. She would inch away so they were no longer touching. "I'll thank you to remain on your side of the den, please." Her voice was stiff with unease. Just because the brute hadn't shown signs of aggression towards her did not mean he would continue in the same fashion. Especially when it was painfully obvious she was in heat. "Perhaps it would be a better idea of I slept elsewhere. You are more then welcomed to stretch out as much as you'd like in here."

With those words she stood, muscles bunching to force herself to stand. There were several ways out of the makeshift den,and all but one meant she would have to step over or around the larger brute in order to reach them. The one which she could reach was small, and she could not just back her way through. Mentally she cursed herself for not choosing a better place to lay down. But she wasn't warrior trained and she had trusted that Sirhaan was a good wolf.

For a moment she paused, was she over reacting? After all, all he did was roll over right? Which put them close enough to touch, but he didn't do it on purpose, right? Doubting her instincts she stared at him, trying to figure out his intentions. It was rude to be blunt, she'd been told that time and again, still the words were out long before she even thought to forestall them. "What do you want?" Would he tell her the truth? Would he lie? Would she be able to tell the difference? These questions and a dozen more just like them raced through her mind. Tension radiated off her form as she waited for his reply.

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Heimdall

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