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First dance - Faust - April 07, 2025 blood darkened the grass in heavy splatter, thick and steaming in the early morning chill. faust stood over the fallen caribou with his chest heaving, breath fogging the air like smoke. the beast had fought—ribs cracked beneath his weight, its final bellow cut short by the snap of his jaws. a clean kill. hard-earned. he ate in silence. sinew tore between his teeth. his blackened muzzle gleamed red, and the plains stretched wide around him—gold and frost beneath an overcast sky, the world cold and wide and empty. this was his moment of peace. the pulse of battle still beat low in his bones, but hunger gnawed louder. RE: First dance - Dione - April 07, 2025 She had kept to the rise for a few days now, descending when the scent of blood was carried on the wind. Spotting a familiar figure as she scanned the plains, her gait was quickened. The constant silence was growing to be irritating, and so she had to hope that he would be a conversation partner for her once more. The Taiga was quiet for one who was unaware of it's many happenings. Faust! She called out to him, tail waving high. Long time no see. She did not spare a glance for his carcass, unwilling to make assumptions. Food was sacred; sharing it was never a given. RE: First dance - Faust - April 07, 2025 faust lifted his head, slow and unhurried, the red of fresh kill still wet along his jowls. his tongue swept across his chops once, twice—methodical, wolfish. the scent of her reached him before her voice did. snow and wind, sharp and familiar. his pale eyes found her figure cresting the rise, and something flickered behind them—recognition, the quiet burn of memory. they had hunted together once. she moved like one who belonged to the ice. he did not speak. instead, he shifted—stepping aside just enough to make room at the flank of the carcass. an invitation, silent but sure. the wind caught her name on his breath, a low rumble in his chest. dione. RE: First dance - Dione - April 07, 2025 She was given a silent invitation, one she was happy to accept. Not yet eating, but lying close enough to sink her teeth in should she wish. The rise has been quiet since you visited. She spoke, licking over one of her paws dirtied from the spring melt. How about your glacier? Yet to explore, Dione could only assume that the rest of the Taiga was as peaceful as her little vacation home. She knew of two packs wandering the area from scent alone, but that was as far as her knowledge took her. Looking over the carcass, she made a quiet hum. He had done well for himself should he be alone. RE: First dance - Faust - April 07, 2025 faust licked his chops, letting the warmth of her voice settle between them like sunlight on stone. he watched her recline, blood on his breath and the weight of winter still heavy in his bones. the glacier's quiet, he offered, voice low, gravel-edged, but not empty. a pause. his gaze dragged across the plains, distant. conflict brews. some men can’t sit still long. he looked to her then, direct. but i prefer it this way. simple. honest. his muzzle dipped to the carcass, motioning without words. you’re welcome to it. earned or not, i won’t keep it from you. his head tilted, pale eyes appraising. what keeps you to the rise, dione? RE: First dance - Dione - April 07, 2025 Speak of conflict made her curious. Was it internal, or from an outside influence? She would not ask now; it was not her place to push for him to share what did not affect her. Dione was outspoken, but not clueless. Nodding to his offer of food, she ripped some of the meat from the flank of the caribou. Maw now lightly coated in blood, she did have to admit that it left her stomach satisfied. We had a good hunt. It convinced me to stay for a while longer. She responded to his question earnestly, licking her lips clean. Nothing is forcing me to stay or go, so I may as well stay while the hunt is good. Maybe with that she would migrate with the herds, maybe not. In her time within the Teekons, she had travelled through the lowlands to the valley. The Taiga had held her for the longest, that she was sure of. The valley to the south was nice, but I met noone of interest. I'm not quite sure of where else I would like to go. RE: First dance - Faust - April 08, 2025 faust smirked, just slightly—an expression that tugged one corner of his mouth, sharp and wolfish. i'm a good hunter, he said simply, as if that much should've been obvious from the carcass at their feet. but there was no arrogance in it, only quiet truth. the kind that came from experience, from the steady hand of a man who had hunted more than his fair share of beasts—animal and otherwise. her words brought a short nod, approval glinting behind glacier eyes. then stay. it wasn’t a command, not quite, but it wasn’t far from one either. the idea of her vanishing back into the wilds didn’t sit right with him—not when the company she brought was sharper than most. RE: First dance - Dione - April 08, 2025 His response was a bit cocky; she liked it. That much was clear from the slow thump of her tail. I suppose you have proven that much to me. She snickered, resting her head upon the carcass. What was spoken next caused a temporary moment of silence from her - a rare occurence where she had to consider what to say. Maybe I will. His tone was demanding, and should it not have surprised her the way it had, a purr of sorts would have been pulled from her throat. Does that mean you'll whisk me away to your glacier? Her tone was teasing, but she was curious to see his packland. It had been a long time since she stepped foot in such a place. RE: First dance - Faust - April 08, 2025 a huff of amusement left him, low in his chest, as he watched her recline against the torn flesh. faust did not smile often, but there was the faintest edge of one now, carved at the corner of his mouth like snow softened by sun. just might have to, he murmured, voice a quiet rasp, eyes never leaving hers. he was not a man who needed to boast. the world had made him hard and steady, and the glacier had carved its truths into him long before he earned his title. he knew what he was. more than enough. he didn't need to say it. but when she spoke of his glacier, his eyes sharpened—just slightly. it's cold, he warned, though there was something teasing beneath it. not made for soft hearts. he leaned forward then, as if to test the truth of her curiosity. but you could keep up. RE: First dance - Dione - April 08, 2025 This was fun. Maybe it was time to find out if it was anything more than just fun. Pale blue eyes focusing on sharp, glacier irises, she considered her words for a brief moment. There was not much for her to consider. Well, that won't be a problem if you're there to keep me warm. She did not reel back as he closed distance between them, remaining still with squinting, smiling eyes. I'm tough, I can handle it. And if they could keep hunting the way they had the other day, that would be a bonus. She enjoyed her time with Faust. He held her interest, provided something which had planted her paws in place for the first time in months. She was not eager to let go of him this time. Rather she wished to plant the seeds, vines which could grow and bind him to her for a time. RE: First dance - Faust - April 08, 2025 his smirk was quiet. crooked. something low in his throat rumbled with amusement, eyes crinkling at the edges—not with mirth, but something warmer, older. let's hope, he said, voice low, worn smooth by the glacier winds. can't have cold women on my mount. he let the words settle like snow. the closeness didn’t shake her, and that told him enough. she didn’t spook easy. didn’t run when faced with sharp edges. it suited him. in her eyes he saw something restless but grounded, a contrast that pulled at him like the hunt. and faust was a man who chased what he could not easily name. if you come, he added, softer now, stay long enough to see spring on the ice. a glimpse of hope in the stillness. RE: First dance - Dione - April 08, 2025 No promises. Her interest was something fickle. She liked to chase and to be chased, but if there was something to build here then so be it. That was something she would stay for. Lifting her head, she bumped her muzzle against his cheek. A wordless promise that she would go with him. Now, let's go see this glacier of yours. Rising to a stand, she stretched her legs and prepared for them to take their leave. She was rather eager to get her first look of the packland - it had been a long time since she walked within a territory she was permitted in. RE: First dance - Faust - April 08, 2025 he did not press her for more—no promises, she’d said. that was enough. she came to him on her own, a ghost-hued thing brushing her muzzle to his cheek, and faust—stoic, distant faust—tilted ever so slightly into the touch. then he turned. the glacier rose like a god in the distance, its breath woven into the wind. without a word, he began the climb, casting a glance back only once to ensure she followed. the path was not easy, but she had the legs for it. the will. they moved through snow-laced pines and ice-scored ridges, where the light fractured in glacial blue. this place did not welcome all—its heart beat slow and cold—but as they passed the cairns and crests of stone, faust let her walk beside him. not behind.