Wolf RPG - So Young Yet So Bright

@Skellige

Finally, the ashen female stopped to rest. She had found a nice place, nestled between the majestic arms of two sentinal cliffs of stone. It was like a paradise with it's forest riddled with rivers, lakes and waterfalls. She had yet to explore more, but now, she must rest. And find something to eat. Upon coming to these new lands, she had found that it was severely lacking greenery and prey. Ishild had absolutely no idea what had happend, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to know. Still, she found herself wondering why her brother had decided to come out here in the first place.

Her brother.

Skellige was the whole reason she was here. After he left, Ishild found herself wondering about her place in Warsaw. It was guarded fine by the others, why did they need her? It was hard to live under the preasure of the neighbooring packs attempting to seize the islands all the time, and she wanted to go somewhere where she could stretch her knowledge. She traveled in the opposite direction that Skellige had gone once she reached her first birthday. She expanded her knowledge and now knew much about herbs, astronamy, and battle. Of course, she was already a skilled fighter from the many lectures she'd recieved in the Islands, but on her trip, she gained knowlege of knew strategies. Her sharp intellect allowed her to combine her two worlds and gain even more knowledge.

However, she soon grew bored with where she was and headed back to Warsaw, seeking more change. Unfourtunately, nothing had changed, so she pushed off once again, this time in search of Skellige. She wanted to see how he was doing at least. She had hearn of Leokadia and Szymon leaving as well, but she didn't know if they had the same intention as her.

Ishild padded towards the water until the sand grew damp and sunk beneath her feet. The salty waves -- barely ripples now -- lapped feebly at her toes as they reached with all their might at the shore. She gazed into the distance for a long moment. From behind, she ashen creature looked very mysterious. The wind caught whisps of long grey locks and they whisked around her face, absuring the black mask that held the sharp chartreuse eyes that seemed to glow in the light.

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The inky brute was growing restless on the bay. He had found himself in the company of several passing wolves, and each time they traipsed through the terrain, he could feel a surge of heat rush through his body and snap his mind. Skellige had not yet claimed a land for himself; he was biding his time and hoping that if he waited long enough, he could gather followers to join him in his crusade. Should Ksenia turn her head on him after he had taken his land, she would be met with more than just his fangs. The very thought of the pale woman left a taste of bile in the back of his throat that he could not swallow no matter how he tried. Nothing bothered him more than the thought that she could have been speaking the truth to him. What if Warsaw could have been his?

The wraith had been forced to hold his ground against her. They had never truly trusted each other. The sea king knew that she was born and bred of lies and deceit; that her tongue lashed against him like a whip. It was not enough that his attempt on her life had been spoiled by the dark-faced Jaglon, or that their mother had always favored Ksenia. What had irked the brute most of all was that she felt as though she could persuade him to return under her wing. If the eldest Cairn was to ever trail back to the islands of his birth, it would be with her pelt draped across him like a trophy.

A scent touched his nares as the man waded through the waters in search of fish. His dark gaze sparked with interest as he turned his skull in the direction of the wind and noted a shape that was not too distant. Skellige believed that – should he be thinking of his siblings – they would appear. The wraith had not entirely expected to see the form that sought the ocean waves, however. With furrowed brows, he watched the raccoon-masked woman stand with her feet in the waters and the wind tossing the fur along her neck and shoulders. Ishild looked as though she belonged there, just as he did. Interested enough to pull himself away from his quest for food, the titan struck to the shore with pounding paws until the distance had been closed on the two siblings.

Breathing in the saline air with a ragged gasp and crooked yellow teeth, the vile beast leered at his sister with crazed vision. “Ishild…” he spoke in a rumbling voice like the crash of the waves on the shore. “What are you doing so far from home?” First it had been the pale cunt Ksenia to arrive on his step, and now it was the fel-eyed tactician. It had come to the point that Skellige would not have been surprised to find the whole brood of Cairn in the wilds.

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A long moment of silence passed as Ishild stared into the distance, her eyes trained on something no one could see, not even herself. The cool wind continued to tug at her plumage and she blinked, the salty air stinging her eyes. It was very peaceful here, and the ashen female was growing quite fond of the Teekon Wilds. Maybe she would stay? But what about the destruction? That was never good. But Ishild pushed those thoughts away as a large figure began to make it's way towards her.

At first, she didn't recognize him. He was arge and burly fit with strong muscles and a set of pearly white fangs. His eyes glimmered in the light and he sauntered up to her with a very peculiar but somewhat familiar attitude. But then he spoke, and Ishild knew exactly who it was. She had been intending to find him sooner or later, but looks like he found her first.

"Skellige," She said in greeting, a crooked smile spreading across her lips. She was warmer than most of her siblings, but she still had an air about her that made her seem... well... diferent. He asked her why she was so far from home, and she answered willingly, though the answer seemed obvious to her. "Looking for you... and trying to find something new." She said quietly. "But whatever. What have you been up to?"

She studied her big brother intently, noting every little change about him. He had definitely matured since he left the Warsaw Islands. She hoped he was happy with where he was. It was definitely a promising place and Ishild couldn't help but wonder if she would stay as well. He'd grown a bit too, and he was taller than Ishild now. She wasn't that small, but she still had to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He had a dominant air about him and Ishild found herself wondering if he'd founded a pack of his own, or earned his way to the top of the hierarchy.

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The warmth of the woman did little to soften the harshness of the sea king. He was a skeptical beast, and he found no reason to simply trust the fel-eyed woman because she had offered him a vague response. Though Ishild had always been one to tip-toe around subjects; her diplomatic tendencies had kept her out of a fair share of trouble. The casual nonchalance of her words caused the fur along his neck to prick and rise and he frowned heavily at his sister. Skellige knew that she would remain composed with him; there had been times that her level head had done well to calm his nerves before battle.

Flicking the tip of his tail, the wraith glanced around, wondering if there were any of the others nearby. Already, the Cairn children were beginning to flood into the wilds. Something was happening; something was stirring them from their home, and though he knew it was not entirely so, the brute felt as though his banishment had caused some uproar. Why else would they have come to him?

Drawing his gaze to Ishild once more, the wraith nodded his head. “I’ve been attempting to claim land here. After being forced from Warsaw, I knew that I had to find something for myself,” he grunted in response with a shrug of his broad shoulders. The dark-masked woman did not look like she had been long in the famine-ridden lands of the Teekon Wilds. This was well enough, simply because he did not want to see his siblings suffer there. They were war-bred, but starvation had taken a toll even on him.

“Ksenia is here. Did you follow her?” he inquired to the bright-eyed woman. The expression on his face was stern and intense. Even if Ishild had come with Ksenia, or told the pale wolf how to find him, Skellige doubted that she would share this information so openly.

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He frowned heavily at her, and she had nothing to do but to frown back. Her tail lashed in disapointment. She came all this way to see him, and all he does was frown. Well, she'd definitely forgotten what a great big brother he was.

He told her that he was claiming land somewhere on the shoreline, where all the Cairns felt most at home. It didn't surprise her. Back at home he'd always voiced his hopes of claiming Warsaw as his own eventualy. When he was chased off, Ishild had been sure that he would be an ambitious wolf, and that he was. "Good for you," she mumbled, glancing around for just a moment.

The sun was beginning to set now, getting ever closer to the ends of the earth, as it seemed. Soon, it would tuck itself behind the ocean and sleep the night away, only to rise once again. The light cast eery shadows into the forest behind them, and giving the sea grasses uproportionally large shadows that lay upon the sand. She returned her gaze back to Skellige to listen to what he had to say.

The name shocked her. Ksenia. She was here? She couldn't help but feel her stomach churn. Skellige had attempted to murder her, which was wrong, but Ksenia herself was wrong in so many ways. The hair along her spine prickled in both anger and confusion as he asked her if she followed her. She doubted that her brother would believe her even if she told the truth, but Ishild would tell the truth anyways. "No! I didn't know she was here!" The young girl cried. Soon, curiosity overtook her. "What'll you do when you find her?" She had to ask. Ishild was never really close to Ksenia. None of them were, she was too cruel. She bet it wouldn't hurt anyone to see her dead.

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The masked female met him with words that seemed congratulatory but also were spoken in a sense that they did not seem to matter as they fell from her lips. With that, the dark wraith did not opt to continue the conversation further. If she should inquire about his aspirations for claiming land in the wilds, he would provide her with only the information that was necessary. Though he would have liked to trust Ishild, he did not know that she wouldn’t race to Ksenia in hopes of gaining some favor in their pale sibling’s eyes. The sea king knew that he would be required to act with enough tact to keep himself safe. When the time came, he would allow Ksenia to approach him.

Upon asking about their sibling, the fel-eyed female seemed to behave in a manner that suggested she had not been aware that Ksenia had arrived in the wilds. Skellige eyed her with a hard stare before resolving to believe her words; Ishild very rarely spoke with such passion, and if she should insist to him so powerfully that she did not know of the Warsaw queen’s arrival, he would accept it. It did not make the brute any less wary of the girl, though. She was sly as could be and quick to turn on others in order to gain the benefits of their role.

When she inquired to him what he would do if he found her, the silver-ribbed wraith heaved a heavy sigh and peered out across the water with a quiet contemplation. “I have already seen her,” he admitted with a peculiar expression on his dark features. The inky man then turned his skull back to face his sibling and he narrowed his brows thoughtfully. “I need to know what she is planning Ishild,” he then prompted with a quiet determination in the syllables of his words.

A thought struck him in that moment. Eyeing her with a dark gaze and clicking his tongue thoughtfully against the roof of his mouth, the sea king breathed once more before speaking. “You have always been good at getting information,” he prodded in a suggestive tone. A single brow quirked over his dark gaze and he peered at her, waiting to see if she would catch on.

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The ocean breeze played through her ashen fur as she listened to him. Her eyes widened as he told her that he's already seen him. Ishild was masterful at hiding her emotions, and that is what she did. Her face remained calm and tranquil throughout the entire conversation. Well, except the end.

He began with a simple statement telling her that he needed to know what Ksenia was up to. Immediately she knew where he was going and she glared at him. He was using her again, but perhaps it wasn't that bad this time. He then proceded to giving her a compliment to get her to do what he wanted. "Fine." She snapped, already thinking up a plan in her head. She cast her sharp stare away from Skellige for a moment, her eyes trailing the treeline as she thought. Finally, she swung her head back around to face him. "But I want something in return." She then stated with a crooked smile.

She wouldn't go through with this sceme until he promised her something in return. A deal of sorts so she could get what she wanted. Sure, she wanted Ksenia gone from the lands, and shared a portion of Skellige's hatred towards her, but she could care less if any of that really happened. Unlike Skellige, if Ksenia stayed away from her, Ishild would be perfectly fine. She fixed him with a harsh stare as she awaited his reply.

Once the ink-masked woman agreed to the plan, Skellige knew that she would require something of him. Almost as soon as the afterthought had reached his mind, she spoke and he felt himself grow moderately irritated at the predictable nature of his younger sister. Though she was good at the tasks assigned to her, he knew well enough that they would come at a cost. The leviathan was not certain that he was ready to hear what it was that she would ask in return, but the brute knew that he would need information on Ksenia before she managed to rally an attack on him and his wolves. The Blackrock Depths members would not look kindly on him if he were to lead them into an immediate battle. Though there were few who would aid him well, the wraith did not want to risk their lives so early on.

Fixing her with the dark of his gaze, the titan frowned and nodded his head. “What is it you ask of me, Ishild?” the man then demanded. The expression on his face was nothing short of what it always was; brooding and intense, but there was a spark of interest somewhere in the russet colors of his eyes. It was almost as if he could see himself and the girl back on their home islands, and that was familiar. Perhaps it was this reason that prevented him from reacting so harshly toward her. Perhaps it was some semblance of family loyalty; even he did not know.

The instant those words escaped her mouth Ishild was met with his regular brooding and intense stare but there was something different about it. Deep in those harsh eyes of his was light, blossoming in the unruly darkness of the russet hues. He was interested in what she had to say, she knew he was. Another smile spread upon her features before she spoke.

"You're creating a pack, yes?" She hissed, tail lashing upon the ground. Pale eyes searched his face for a hint of a reaction before she continued on. No doubt he knew were this was going, whether he liked it or not. He knew she was hungry for power, yet not in an overly cruel way. She was no evil criminal. "I want some sort of authority, power if you must. You know me, and I know you. We could make a powerful team." She mused. "If you agree, I will find Ksenia and bring you her plans. Every last peice of them."

She knew he wanted Ksenia's information badly, but she also had no idea how he would react to her requirements. She studied him closely, tail coming to a halt. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy as he pondered upon his reply. This he had to choose carefully indeed. Would he want to have his sister ruling beside him? There was no doubt he knew the potential she had, but he also had his own feelings about it. Then again, how far was he willing to go to bring down Ksenia?

Anger flooded his system at the words that she offered, but the swarthy sea wolf knew that he had no right to be as upset as he was. Ishild was always a transparent figure when it came to the things that she desired most, and he was certain that – if it had been Ksenia to find her first – she would have offered the same exchange to their pale sister.

It was the way of the Cairn wolves to desire that which they did not have: power. Just as Skellige thirsted for it on the islands of their home, Ishild was hoping to make an exchange of information for it in the Teekon Wilds. The only difference was that he was not certain that he wanted to offer such things to his ink-masked sibling. It wasn’t that she was untrustworthy… though, she was about as savage as any of the others. The hesitancy came from the idea that Ishild enjoyed playing the field. If Ksenia were to offer the girl a higher payout than what Skellige could give her, he knew that the younger Cairn would turn to his pale sister and grant her whatever it was that she asked. The thought of it caused his skin to prick with frustration and rage. How was it that his sisters had turned into such foul and twisted creatures? There was no wonder why the leadership in Warsaw had been designated for Ksenia.

At last, a snort fell from his nares and he turned to lock his gaze with her own. “I will not grant you this,” he began with a cold clip in his voice. “Not until you return with information that is worthy of what you ask.” It left their agreement open and it allowed for the girl to work at acquiring what he needed without the pressure of having to join into his pack as it was rising. If she should return to him with all that he should need to take down Ksenia, then he would grant her power within his ranks.

If their agreement should go sour, Skellige realized that he could be faced with the idea of killing Ishild and allowing the sea to carry her home.