Big Salmon Lake triple dipped in psycho

@Hadraniel sry it's a small start, just wanna get this up lol

 

Little by little, the woman ventured away from the dark woods unto the world that lay beyond; for she had been tied to the shadowed forest only by her children who had grown already to the point they no longer relied on her presence. While she loved each and every one of them, the woman broke at a run at the first light of day; leaving the in the care of their father, Kove. Never could the dark woman utter the words out loud, she felt herself slipping away from the father of her children, regardless of the affection she held for him; it was simply not returned. Or so she felt; what little interaction they were able to put forth was timid in the least, or on the topic of their growing children that would grow out of their conversation starters, something she deeply fretted for. Nevertheless, she left her troubles at the borders as she crossed over them, departing from the territory with more energy than she had greeted the day with. 

Being vague about what happened with Liri

After the incident with the little white fluff ball of a wolf, Hadraniel had slipped away to clear his mind. The wounds from his spar with the two strange and over hormonal women had just about fully healed and with no where to be the sandy male decided today would be a decent day to just get out a relax. 

So he set off towards the lake with every intention of going for a swim, but when the wind revealed a scent flowing through the breeze, Hadraniel froze in search of the stranger. He found her with ease and acidic eyes remained glued to her features as she continued on her way. There was something about her that felt fimiliar to him, but he just couldn't put his finger paw on it. It was there, on the tip of his tongue, and yet so far away.

After years of being on-edge, the woman had felt the presence of the other before his eyes had rested upon her. It was her job, afterall, to see where her eyes could not roam; it did help that she had constnantly been aware of other's actions at the back of her mind since her children had become moblie. Wether the man intentionally hid from her or not, she spared no mind for concern. While a woman out alone in the middle of nowhere seemed an opportunity to some, she was not in the slightest defenseless. Not far away lay her family of thieves and creepy children; thw woman may not be missed but her presence would be. "Are you going to watch me or are you going to speak?" The dark woman called out her inquisition, though she did not turn to face the other. She did not disturb her schedule for the attention of the other, no matter the curiosity that had latched upon her. 

It was always interesting to meet new strangers, especially those you couldn't read or predict what they would say or do next. And whoever this woman was that walked before the sandy male now was a difficult wolf to read. His ears flickered towards her when she called out to him and a few moments later he took a couple steps in her direction. He figured she wanted to talk, after all why engage in conversation if you didn't wish to speak?

"What would you have me say?" he asked in return to her question, wondering what she would like him to talk about. There was the casual and ordinary hello and goodbye kind of chitchat, but the man had a feeling that she was not one to partake in such typical conversation. So he remained where he was and kept an eye out for anything that might ignite a reaction from her.

She did not make small talk, ever. The role of where she stood on the hierarchy system demanded that she keep straight to the point, unable to twist her words and spin soft tales like Cicero, but remain her words quizzical in the slightest. However, she found she could not be upfront with a stranger she had nothing to talk about with, he was simply a passerby as was she. But over time, she came to know the form of communication as a game, back and forth; one that she would always win. 

"Anything to keep me interested," Came her coy response, her tail swishing lightly behind her. The Silencer's time was limited in the activities she did, and each second was not to be wasted but spent to the best of the ability. Entertainment was hard to come by within the dark woods besides the usual mauling, but in the presence of the stranger, she felt as if their encounter would be nothing but ordinary. Or so, for his sake, she hoped he kept her keen should she suddenly wish his presence to be gone. 

It would be a lie if Hadraniel said she was not intimidating, but it was perhaps because of this that he felt so exhilarated by her. After all, it was not every day that he came by a woman such as herself, and the man thought it best to seize the opportunity while it presented itself. "And what interests you?" he asks, taking a few bold steps towards her to test the boundaries. 

He leaned forward to take in more of her scent, the familiarity of it sent him mad trying to remember where he had come across it before. She smelt musty and of death, yet it was strangely intoxicating all the while. And like a fish to bait she had lured him in, and all it would take is one pull and Hadraniel would be hooked.

Only shortly after being left alone with the children had he insisted they each take a nap, curiosity having gotten the better of him. Lingering, he'd watched until all eyes had closed and each had settled their breathing, knowing from experience the signs of a false slumber. It was not until he felt satisfied with what he saw that the man had departed from the den, requested that someone watch his kids, and then began trailing after his lover. Where she had gone, he knew not, but was more than interested to find out. It was not often that they were able to spend time with one another anymore, and so seeing her leave after they'd found some time to be together was suspicious, in the very least. Though he didn't want to doubt her loyalty to him, the farther from the woods he moved, the harder it became to ignore said notion.

The scent trail had ended up leading him to a lake, one of which he could not recall having ever visited in the past; the event couldn't have been at all memorable if it turned out that he actually had, once before, laid eyes on the body of water. For why his wife had traveled there, he couldn't quite figure out, and so he'd continued forward in search of her so that he might receive some answers. Yet, before he'd the chance to reach her, the Inuk had brought himself to a sudden stop and then backed up a few steps, hiding away behind some shrubbery. Not one, but two voices had reached his ears, one belonging to Nemesis whilst the other was owned by an unknown male. It was not at all pleasing, and yet, he hadn't rushed towards them. Instead of jumping to conclusions and going on some rampage, Kove had held himself back and observed the ongoing events, wondering about where it all might lead. Perhaps he would have continued with doing so, too, had the stranger never gotten too close to the woman.

Fiery eyes narrowed into an unwavering glare as he pushed passed the greenery, revealing himself to the pair. Kove kept his head and tail raised as he stared at the other male, flashing his teeth only once as a warning was issued. “I suggest you back away from her, if one of your interests is living,” stated the Apaata, a growl having been forced back down his throat in the process. He would not wait for him to move, but would instead walk forward and, should he find an opening to do so, shove himself into the space between the pair. Never would his posture change, either, nor would he spare anything more than a quick glance at his wife. Before speaking with her, he knew that he must first get rid of the boy who'd thought it wise to approach the wife of the Inuk.

sooo sorry!!

 

She had stepped forward, tail swishing almost alluringly before the streak of pale white crossed her peripherals. The woman did not get the chance to speak before Kove's baritones thundered through the sensual feeling of another's company. “Don't worry, Kove,” She sighed, perhaps too casually and all too comically with a roll of her head. “We were talking,” Her optics switched back to the stranger, picking up on the feeling that he would not object to any decline to any possibility of what would have happened, had her husband not interrupted. She did not have much inclination to stay longer, for should a quarrel break out, there was little doubt that Kove would prove his claim over her with more force than necessary. Backing up, she moved to stand beside the ghost, perhaps reassurance, but it was not needed. Whether it was his own possessiveness or his mistrust in her, Kove was not a hostile creature. He could be calmed; it was the reaction of the other that concerned her.

last post from me!

He had hoped to remain a bit longer and enjoy the company of the inky woman, but any fun they could have had was instantly crushed the second the ghost decided to show himself. It sent an uneasy feeling through Hadraniel at the thought that he could have been creeping on them from the start, but what could he do now? He licked his lips and took a step back as the pair came to stand together. "Death is an old friend of mind and I wouldn't mind see them once again" he said, testing to see what reaction he could stir up.

"But I think I'll save that reunion for another time". He wasn't looking for a visit from the grim reaper today and would rather not engage in a fight he would clearly lose. So with a toothy grin Hadraniel spun on his heels and began his departure from the couple, tail casually swishing behind him. "Should you ever find yourself unaccompanied and bored I'd love to talk again" he called out one last time to the dark stranger before picking up speed and trotting away from the duo.