Wolf RPG

@Abaddon
@Death


Desolation. As she explored the southern reaches of what would someday be her domain, barring the already established packs- she would allow Donovan to handle diplomatic relationships- she stumbled upon a blight of the landscape. Fire's touch was much more obvious here than the prairie she had encountered Hela. The heat of the high summer sun made the Ashen woods smell stronger, charcoal trees threatening ominously to ignite again. Skeletal remains, charred and mummified, dotted the blackened landscape, and plumes of dust stirred behind her pawsteps. Her shoulder was almost completely healed, an unsighly scar mostly hidden by the crook of her neck. 
Her evaluation of the domain was cursury- there was little here of interest to her. So she continued forward, searching, for more Allies, for more territory, more power.

It was almost nice to have a new companion who followed him now, someone to talk to on those longer tracks, to talk to when things absurd would happen and bond over something instead of just a meet and greet jus for things to return to their mundane everyday schlock. For this reason, when the healing woman stepped out into view, Abaddon smoothly placed himself just a little ahead of the whelp to put himself in the forefront of the woman's view and not the smaller boy at his side.

A wounded partner in travels was boring and an anchor to the adventures than a healthy one who can walk freely on their own, especially someone so young still. He had no intention in speaking with the woman today, but even less so did he want to change their current path just to avoid her.

Curiosity piqued her as she spied the ghostly male. He was stunning, and at least appeared to be a pure wolf. She moved towards him, a sway in her hips and emerald eyes locked on his lean frame. 
"Well...hello there, handsome." Her voice a purr, smirking maw with a smile that never quite met eyes that were cold and calculating. Her face fell when the runt toddled into view. She despised children. But... perhaps she could use this to her advantage. 
"Not exactly the safest place to bring a..... child." Runt. Worm. Parasite. Baggage. Waste of space. She kept those particular thoughts to herself for now. "I'm sorry...look at me forgetting myself. Nemisis, and you?" 

She spoke to him in loving words, enough so to bring a smile to his sharp face as she approaches and looks at him with such hungry eyes. Immediately the woman points out that it wasn't safe for the boy to be out there, and Abaddon couldn't help but ponder that.. what about any of this was any safer than the Nightwalkers border? Did the woman think of herself to be dangerous or something? How intriguing he thought to himself, from here on, he would be careful to watch this interaction. 

Death was quick to introduce himself first and Abaddon offered a smile, a different one than the sly mischievous one he had given the woman, this one was full of pride. A false pride, to bolster the boy's confidence in himself and in his brother's desire to "take care of him". Pulling aside just enough so that "Almight" was able to somewhat be a part of this than to hide behind the specter, encouraging him to not put himself down and instead demand attention. 

Abaddon, and I assure you, he is quite safe with me. He cooes dangerously back at the woman, his vocals as smooth as tar and just as deadly. What kind of game did this one want to play today?

The little rat spoke first, declaring himself "Almight." 
"That's lovely." She gritted out, trying to subdue her instinct to fling the little pest as far away as possible. Instead she redirected her attention to the male, who, unless the pup took after his mother, was certainly no relation. 
He names himself and she almost quivers with the power of it. "Now that's a name. Hello, Abbadon." She purrs, arching her neck to display her own musculature a bit better. The wind shifted and swirled around her, carrying her perfume along itself towards the pair. 
"Oh goodness, I wasn't insinuating that. I'm sure you take wonderful care of him...is he yours? I was only suggesting that...well a pup Should be in a den..." Where it can be seen and not heard, She almost added.

That's a name, she says. He almost found it humourous. Well, it was a pattern in his family from the looks of it, more so on his father's side than anything else. Sure, he supposed it was that, a name, and nothing more. The woman showed herself off, muscular for a female, he would admit that. She was flirtatious despite the amount of scent wafting off of her, was this what she did normally or was she thirsty from a lack of bigger fish in her pond he wondered. 

He is my brother. The specter almost corrects in a smooth manner, unbothered even though his skin almost crawled at the thought of having his own children just yet. Especially ones he would carry around like this. That would be their mother's job after all - unless they were okay with him using them the way Abaddon was using his bother lately as a companion, and thrown away when bored. Perhaps fatherhood would do him well, after all, little meat shields that would do as he said just because he made them. Boy that made him internally chuckle. 

Death was quick to respond in turn, telling the woman exactly what was on his mind and Abaddon could barely contain himself, he was beside himself at this moment with just how blunt the boy was! Entertaining indeed! Bitting down a smile, he shrugged and continued to speak as if nothing, even though he was excited to see how she herself would react. We don't have a den, he is motherless, I found him and took him under my wing. It was surprising to find out we have the same father. So... what are you here for other than to insult my younger brother?

Not related then. Her wheels turn faster, and she stills a bit, a pause in her flirting and flouncing. 
He inquires about her purpose and that's when she notices it- the hollow, hungry look in his eye. 
The metallic scent that comes off his pelt. 
An eyebrow quirks at the realization- he is Bloodbourne. Perhaps not directly of her pack, but the thirst is there, all the same. 
"I meant no disrespect. I was hunting, both for prey, and for other wolves. Not that much here suits my...appatite..." Good grief Nem, drop those hints any harder and your words would be lead weights. 
"I have a pack nearby I'm trying to build members for. And you, dear, are easy on the eyes. As well as a pure wolf, and I suspect we may have a thing or two else in common." 
She had never addressed another member of her kind before, outside of her pack where it was known of their peculiar urges.

The kid had spunk, Abaddon liked that. From a dull two worded boy who was barely alive when he met him (soul wise), to this kid who was vulgar and full of attitude. The vampire liked that, in fact, he was almost proud of this kid, to see him taking no shit from anyone. They were loners after all, and in neutral lands, they had no lord to hang over them, no ranks to be pushed around. It seems insults were made. He continued with the same bemused tone he had from before.

Tossing his head over to give Death a look, not one of disappointment, more so to hush the boy for now. His desires were well heard, understood, but the older of the pair wanted to learn more about this woman. get to know more individuals. Perhaps she was of use to them, and if not, she could be easily tossed aside.

And what is your appetite for? What are you hunting wolves for? She wanted to flirt, and so he would simply flirt too. Keep her in a good mood you know? Letting his eyes thirstily wash over her in a no holds bar to reassure her he was interested enough.

It seems insults were made. 
She smirks at the tone in the man's voice. He seems to have just as much tolerance as she likely would, merely humoring and placating the brat until he outlived his usefulness, or at least, became more useful than a whining, clumbsy preteen. 
And then he asks it. The million dollar question. What was she hunting for. 
His eyes rake over her figure and she proceeds to phase 2. 
"I'm putting together a little family in Redsand Canyon. Away from the prim and frilliness of most of the packs around that seem to have their noses stuck in the air most of the time. 
But I also am afflicted with a certain craving. Since I was a pup I've taken the blood of others, and on occasion, consumed their flesh." She says this matter-of-factly, as though merely describing a type of flower she happens to be fond of.