Wolf RPG

For @Ezekiel!

These fields were certainly a curiosity. They seemed a split personality, being muddy and barren on one side, full of life and vibrant on the other. The sun was high in the sky when she had first discovered the area, now it was on a steep slid into the horizon. It had not yet begun the light show that was sunset, but evening was certainly underway. With a sigh, the wraith plopped down into a soft bed of fragrant wildflowers, settling back on her haunches and gazing thoughtfully at the vibrant field before her, paying little attention to that behind her. She felt at ease, though slightly wary at being so far from home.

Hmm. That was certainly a new feeling. Home. But Aeronwyn had dedicated so much to the founding of Arthendal, been through much with Malice and Burke, and had come out of it all...different. The changes were easy to see, know, the hotheadedness and volatile attitude replaced by a more matured individual. Not to say she was a completely new person, no, but...better. She felt little regret for her past actions, though was unlikely to do the same in the future.

Ezekiel was returning from his trip to Neverwinter Forest with some sad news. Stoic had indeed not been there. Adeline would be disappointed, and he hated to disappoint his little buddy, but he wouldn't lie and say that he knew Stoic to be ok. He was the kind of guy that believed kids should know the truth, and that they shouldn't be sheltered from it. Sheltering only made for more hurt later on. He'd tell Adeline that he hadn't found her brother himself, but that he did try and hope that Stoic was alright. 

As the Goliath of a boy walked along, he suddenly caught onto a familiar scent. Fury enveloped him for a moment, for he recognized this scent fully. It was that ghostly white bitch who had attacked him a while back. He'd been at her mercy then, but not again. Something, an old urge that he'd suppressed for a long time rose inside of him. He longed to fight. A real fight. Not out of protecting his pack of his life, but just to fight. The soldier was speaking to him, it wanted to kill her. Kill her he wouldn't do, but see her beg he wouldn't mind.

When he came to find her, she was lying on a bed of wild flowers. He grunted to alert her he was there. The soldier would've simply ambushed her where she lay, but Ezekiel would fight fairly if he could. Lips curled back he snapped at her, You are close to my home. His words were vile, but he used them to justify his cruelty towards her. However he was more trying to convince himself than her. The reason he sought to fight her was not because she was too close, though she was for his own liking, but because he wanted revenge. Revenge was a fatal flaw that the soldier had left inside of him.

A familiar scent, for a moment, caused her to sit a little more attentively, swivelling to find the owner of that voice she so recognised. Realisation set in, and already she was standing, adopting her relaxed poise that she had used in sparring with Burke, Issun, and Shink. At his words, her gaze flicked to the fields around them. "Rather a poor choice for a territory, I'm afraid." she replied. She had scented no pack boundaries, and knew that there were none in this field, as decrepit as it was, but she could resist replying. 

She scanned the hostile male, obviously, he was not here to make daisy chains and sing with her. She was ready, but a tiny part inside of her wanted this to come to a fight, wanted her to beat him as she had the first time, the stuck up, stupid male that she had totally not overreacted to.

Ezekiel snarled at her comment, large muscles tensing up around him. She was pushing him, and she was too lax for his own comfort. Her confident ooze like poison, and he hated her for it. He did not speak again, he required now explanation. She had offended him, she had humiliated and wounded him. This was her fault. He began to turn in a circle around the white furred female, searching for a weakness. He was prepared, this was something he'd done many times. This time he would make the first move. He stood completely still for a moment, his eyes pitch holes that burned into her.

Then he lunged, teeth bared as he went for her face, attempting to grab her muzzle and yank her away. He was viscous , the soldier drove his actions, and Ezekiel watched content.