Duskfire Glacier Pirouette through Misfortune

[ooc] char dev with my Cry and Leila

Where Slade had directed Cry from that fateless day was north, where a pack of wolves rumored to captivate fantasy with mind numbing beauty once resided years ago. Through sheets of frosted winds, Cry push forward through the legendary lands carved by persistent glaciers, passing a river who's temperature could immediately murder any degree of warmth a wolf could dare to have in their body within minutes of falling in. The hostile land did enrapture the assassin with its danger, his appreciation of the landscape only increasing with the solace it promised him. But he was not here to be seduced by the perish song of the frosted lands. He was on a mission, and though his hunt had taken him quite well and far from his pack, the reward would outshine the absence. A healer, something they surely would need for the season's embrace, the verile temperatures only sending every lifeform into a cascading domino effect of bearing young. A healer was very much needed, and Cry had no idea whether anyone in his pack had had any, or whether the Queen herself craved the prosperity of crafting a litter, but a feeling from their last discussion sent dismissal from the notion. The ivory woman was unmated, and without the love that would bring life to the white rose, the flower would wilt.

Gems that belonged in this snowy maelstorm of frozen silence scanned each crevice, ears searching for signs of life besides his own. His nostrils were first to respond to the hunt, and the assassin lurged into a lope that could kill distance while he conserved the majority of his energy.

There was a wolf, a wolfess, a ghost in the land of icy phantoms. It was her, it had to be. The description matched that Slade had given him, and his ears flicked to face her. The dark guardian watched her, just standing there, staring off at something beyond the edge of the cliff. He knew he had climbed rather high, and the view had to be majestic in all rights, but what would she possibly be so allured to?[/ooc]

Leila was awestruck by the massive ocean, the giant body of water that graced out into the horizon as though it stretched forever. The world was beautiful, and she was taking in every single second of it. The wind blew through soft layers of fluffed fur, her pelt being made for this weather. It was comforting, the icy breeze that couldn't touch her, as it gave her a sense of belonging. It was blissful, and the fae lost herself in the unrelenting slurry of gentle unity.

It was some time, and the sun was beginning to set. With the sun lowering over the flatline of water, a new serious of colors began, their rainbows only just unfolding, launching the realm into fairytale of unreal, but the most wonderful part that caught her breath...was it was all too real. Mint orbs kept on the scene until there was nothing left for her heart to be kept prisoner by. She then turned, only to be deadlocked in the sights of another wolf.

With a gasp, she scampered back as she was frightened deep to her core by the sudden and silent company. She threw herself back, but as she had forgotten as quick as she had been lost for breath, she was once on the edge of a cliff.
Not anymore, though.
She slipped right off of its edge, the very edge that overlooked the bowels of frozen forestland hundreds of meters, below.

He had realized he was halfway hanging off the side of the cliff with her only after tasting her scruff in his mouth. Auds that searched previously for sounds of words from the delicate girl were now facing the scrapping his hindlegs were initiating as he went autopilot in trying to save now the both of them from a perilous freefall, a fall that would most definitely result in a death on both of their ends.
Or atleast an immediate one, he hoped, as surviving such a heighted down would cast a long and endless bayou of torment he would never want to face.

His claws, front and back alike, searched for purchase in the snow drifts. Beneath, his grip snagged something, and immediately he stilled, holding to the friction he could slow momentum down with. Once gravity became balanced, he began hauling the tucked up girl back, back and back further, until she was back over the cliff's edge and away from the danger point.

After the two were safe, he released her scruff, panting as the reality hit him; he just saved this girl, putting his life in danger in the process. He could have died. Internally he bristled at the decision, but externally his face was just as calm as it had been since his arrival.

It was a fearful thing, dangling off the side of a cliff, and for once Leila was thankful she hadn't been born with the body type of her ancestors. She was instinctively wanted to curl up, just being handled by her scruff like that of a pup. However, she realized how much dead weight she would be, and last thing she wanted was that. Forcing herself from the instinct, she reared up to scrape up the side of the cliffside. Paws holding and pushing up from jutting cliff pieces, she tried to help this unknown wolf as much as possible.

They both made it, him standing there staring at her, while she lay curled up and trying not to hyperventilate at how close to death she was.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! You're an angel!"

She gathered herself, climbing her way to her four long limbs, and she draped him in her mint gaze, her snow white tail wagging well with appreciation.

An angel? The last thing he was, was an angel. The girl was gifted with a snort form him, him shaking his head and defying the compliment.

"I'm no angel, Leila."

With that being said, he brought himself to sit in the winterland. "I'm here to bring you to my pack."

He didn't offer her a choice. He didn't ask her not a damn thing. It wasn't up for debate. They needed her, and she would come. Simple as that. Iceberg irises finally took in the sight of the girl as she stood to address him. The woman was barely just, her frame feminine and dainty, a beautiful cross between free will. She was meant to be holding a massive weight, Mackenzie evident through her body structure, but she evidently chose not to indulge her genes plans, and keeping her fighting and muscle building to a complete minimum. She had a body in an athletic class, near like his own.

A cerrulean, almost torquise though 2 shades lighter and with more evident green to them, peered at him with innocence that he hadn't seen, ever. She was not tarnished in the slightest way, her pelt consisting of plain white, and black. The colors that were being played within her genetics however, were displayed in the most unusual of ways, the black across the curve of her back meaning to be a cape, but something cut it short. The black remained a saddle, distinct and clean in its fringes. Across her fair face was a the gems of a melted version between his own, and the clear epitome of Spring's first breath. What held those eyes were a mask, black shadowed fur upheld un a mysterious form.

'How else would you know my name?' she almost had the chance to say, laughter shining in the orbs he was staring into.

His next words gave her unease, though, her tail stopping it's wagging as she looked at him in confusion. He was just going to whisk her off to some pack without her permission? Wasn't that kidnapping?

Her ears laid against her white dome, the banner of hers threatening to tuck under her.

"Wait...What? Why? I don't even know you."

She wasn't wanting to just up and leave, but if she took a second to analyze this, she was being given a rather nice oppertunity. A home. No more wandering, no more trying to get a meal big enough to fill her up. Being alone was nice, but she really didn't like being lonely.

The fae just stared, first from the dark wolf infront of her to the ground, back to him as she had come to her resolve. He did save her life too, after all. That meant they were good wolves, right?

"Al..Alright. Where are they?"

"Where your beloved Noctisardor once was." It sounded a bit harsher how he responded. He had not taken it back though, his frozen gaze keeping their crystaline surface free of the tarnish regret wanted to impose. It was nothing he regreted, as it was true. Noctisardor was once there. Now his pack had taken over the mountainously shielded ravine.

"This way."

He turned on a void pelted foot, padding back down the huge mountain, her following. She remembered where her old pack once was, didn't she? Or would she pry him with more questions? Best he answered them before she started to annoy him.

"I knew Shadow's brother. Served well under him. We were one in near almost the same. We read eachother pretty well. Raziel was my Alpha, as Shadow was your own."

He continued down the slopes, calculated orbs keepinf watch on which drifts were harmless and which were out to kill him, dead.

He sure was mean...She couldn't help but feel hopeless a bit, like she had no choice. Sure he wasn't being aggressive through attacking her or anything, but it was words enough that made her feel helpless, insignificant. The gentle sould didn't like it, not one bit. But she rather not invoke the wrath of this mysterious man, because if he were capable of sneaking up on her while she was busy looking over the side of a cliff, who knows what else he was good at.

So she followed him, subdued in her posture, keeping quiet so she didn't make him angry. Suprisingly, she was given words form him. Her pure white ears perked at the near alien sound of his voice.
He knew Shadow?!

"Is he okay? Do you know? Have you seen him since? Is Paar well, too?"
Well, so much for silence.

Time passed on and they came to th base of the mountain, The weather already begining to level out, temperature wise. On they traveled, nothing getting in their way, resting and hunting when need be. Eventually they neared the place where the mysterious wolf had told her they resided. The canyon looked just as it had when she was alone in it. Secluded, homely, but not anymore. Not to her. But she supposed it was time to get reequainted with the past.